The Plane Crash

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Tara

It got really boring around my house, there was nothing to do with anyone, nothing to find, nothing to build. I didn't wanna bother Harry every single day so I questioned that out. We didn't have a pool; but we did have a trampoline. I threw on a pair of sport shorts and a cami and left the comforts of my room.

I struggled my way into the trampoline and started to bounce around. I didn't feel like jumping with my siblings because I just wanted some "me" time. I did a couple flips and I would jump, let my bum touch the floor of the trampoline and then I would jump back up onto my feet.

After 10 minutes, I finally got too tired to jump anymore so I lied down on the trampoline and looked up and the shaped clouds. There was a bunny, some shoes, a hairbrush, a square, and just a plain blob. A plain blob that explained my life. My life was too crazy to sort.

I went back inside my house to the smell of French fries and hamburgers. I licked my lips and grabbed a plate of French fries and headed back upstairs. I usually ate in my room away from all the commotion.

I walked into my neatly picked up room and sat at my desk and dug my face into the greasy, fattening food.

Once I finished those, I checked my weight. 117 Ibs.

"Lay off the junk food, Tara" my mom instructed.

"So you're calling me fat!?" I questioned back.

"No, I'm telling you to lay off the junk food because its bad for you" oh great, here came the lecture I knew very well; so well that I could recite every single word without screwing the whole thing up.

"Mom, just leave me alone, I've heard this lecture a billion times" I walked back to my room without letting her reply.

My mind lingered back to Harry as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It's like he was imprinted into my brain. I mentally slapped myself to get him out but it didn't work. He was still there, like the only thing I could see.

I tried to go to sleep but it turned out me pulling an all-nighter.

Harry

I walked to the store for some cookies and reached into my pocket to find $3.40. I handed it to the cashier and in return, he gave me 20 cents and the box of 6 cookies.

I pushed the door open leading into the store and walked back home.

As soon as I walked in, everyone was there to greet me. My sister had a smile plastered onto her face and she licked her lips whenever she saw the cookies.

My mum rushed there with, I could tell, a real smile and grabbed the cookies from me to open them. My sister followed her until she had put them down onto the rectangular dinner table. I chuckled and gabbed one and headed back up to my room.

I walked in and my bed looked like a tangled mess of hair. My blankets were almost completely on the floor and my pillows were all over it. I neatly made my bed and then lied on top, enjoying my cookie and watching football on TV.

Manchester and Doncaster were playing with a score of 2-0 Doncaster. I was already ready to pull my hair out. Ronaldo was making wrong turns and moves and kept losing the ball for Manchester. Tomlinson from Doncaster was guarding Ronaldo.

"KEEP IT TOGETHER, RONADLO!" I shouted at my small screen. Just after that, the whistle blew and the match was over. I slumped back into my pillows and frowned over Manchester's loss.

Later that night-

It was so cold in Gemma and I's room. I tried pulling the covers up over me to see if another 10 or 11 blankets would magically appear covering my body in warmth. I usually slept commando and Gemma would sometimes find me on our soft carpet sleeping like I'd fallen out of bed. But she never really cared seeing my member, she's usually just shrug and kick me over so that my face was against the carpet. So she told me.

I guess I'd fallen asleep because I woke up to Gemma shaking me awake and I felt saliva crawling down my chin.

"Harry, wake up!" She yelled. It took me just a couple of minutes to realize what was going on.

My house was on fire.