Nothing, nothing, just nothing could make me sleep. Just staring up to the ceiling in my bedroom was all I could do. I tried everything like listen to music and count sheep but, it didn't work. Something did not feel right. Everything was silent. Joseph did not make any noise for once in his life time. Dad was still at the hospital waiting for further news.
It was 11:52 and my eyes were still wide. I had school in the morning. I turn on my bedside table lamp and head to my laptop. I go on Facebook and what have you. No one online apart from the few who skive school and stay up late. I'm not judging or anything.
Was it pain or sorrow? I wanted to push back my past and have fresh start. Dan gone, Mom don't get married to Taylor for Josh and my sack, Dad to understand me again. To be honest I miss Skye beaning around. I want to be girl, I used to be.
I look at my wounded arm. I need my life to be happy again. To have the things I used to have. I need my life to get back on track. It needs to start now!
I close down my laptop and switch off my lamp. I truck myself into bed. The rebuild of my life is underway. I close my eyes and dream about regaining my life again.
My alarm woke me up, song for today was video games. It quite a depressing song. I open my blind and it was raining. Our next door neighbour's garden was flooded. Oh happy days :D
I get changed into my school uniform and head downstairs. Marina was in her dressing gown sitting on the couch. Her head was buried in her hands, something was definitely up!
I sat by her, she looked up at me. Tears were rushing down her face. 'Oh Clara! Your father has been at the hospital all night. Something terrible has happened, I can feel it.' I stare into her hazel eyes.
'Marina, Leo is in a citral condition. Dad will have to stay over night for more process.' She puts her arms around me and holds me tight.
'I know that Clara but, how come I couldn't sleep and kept thinking something bad is going to happen?' Is it me or that happened last night to me? This is getting weirder and weirder. Joseph starts crying upstairs, Marina breaks up the hug and heads for upstairs. 'Clara, you have to make your own breakfast. It seems that Joseph wants to get up!' I nod and she dashes up the stairs.
I drag my feet into the kitchen. The tiles in the kitchen were cold and fragile as my feet in my tights touched the floor. I grab two pieces of bread from the bread bin and put them in the toaster. It feels weird not having Leo rushing around. I put a pod of mocha coffee into the coffee machine, the smell makes you want to taste the sensation of coffee in the morning. The post pops up and I grab the jam from out the fridge. I take a knife from the draw and spread the jam equally over the toasted bread. I got the ready mocha from the machine and sat down at the table with my two pieces of toast and my very chocolaty mocha.
When I finished, I made my way up stairs to the bathroom. I rush my teeth and washed and scrubbed my face. Dad introduced me to using scrub in the morning to remove spots as I am a teenager. He has finally recognised that I am growing up! I also brush my hair and put it in a tidy ponytail. As, we were at the hospital for most of last night, I had no time to pack my bag for the school day. So I pack my bag in my bedroom. I put my bag on and just remembered I had music today and needed to bring my guitar. I was using it for an assessment by playing any song of your choice and making it your own. Once again, I was working with Skye and Jess. Skye is an incredibility good singer so, I needed to make ends meet with her!
Then, realising that I was late I grab my guitar in its guitar case and ran down the stairs. Marina walked by the stairs from the kitchen and gave me my packed lunch. 'See you when you get home tonight Clara! Have a nice day!' She kissed my head and smiled. I headed out the front door and walked over the gravelled drive to walk to school! It felt so different walking to all without Leo.
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Feeling Blue
Teen FictionI close the front door behind me, placing my back against it. What have I done? My heart is racing, my palms her sweaty and thought of the responsibility is a daunting one. Clara is a 16 year old about to take her GCSEs. Her world is turned upside d...