'Relive'

Chapter 2

 =(from now on, it's all ''flashback'')

Chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of an angelic voice. I stuck out my deadly arm and switched off the alarm. I didn’t feel like going out of bed. It was so warm and cosy, and loveable and friendly and awesome and warm. It was the start of an long-life relationship. Ahhh! It was pulling me back in like I was losing in a tug of war battle.

I opened my eyes. The sun blinded my eyes. It was like some bright sword that cut threw my eyes. ‘’ Nine o’clock!! SHIT!! I’M GONNA BE LATE!’’ I was so late. Cher was picking me up at nine thirty. We decided to move to London. We thought it was time to be ‘responsible adults’ and get our own place instead of living off our parents money. So I got a job at a cafe shop, ’Coffee House’,  just a few minutes away from our apartment. As for Cher, she still lived off her parents but in different places. You see, Cher’s parents are what you call rich. Her father is a very promising lawyer and her mother is one of the Best UK’s designers. So, Cher’s parents bought her a two-floor-house, big enough for both of us to live in. And for that I am thankful for letting me move in with her.

I nearly got dressed properly and headed running down stairs like an Olympic, ‘’Mum! Why didn’t you wake me up its nine! Cher is going to be here any minute!’’ she always do this to me. Every time she doesn’t agree with me going somewhere she always let me sleep in and she always reply with the same excuse.

               

 ‘’You were so peaceful sleeping. I didn’t want to ruin your dream’’ my mum , Jane Miller Jones, said smiling while pouring me tea in my favourite Coldplay mug. Heh! My dream. If she knew that my dream was about me kissing the incredible sexy Mr. Horan, she would be gladly to interrupt my dream. ‘’Lena, are you sure you don’t want to stay home? I’m making your favourite chocolate chip cookies!’’ she asked me with a grin trying to manipulate me in stay home and not move to London. Imagine me moving to Australia! She’d play the ‘I gave you life’ card on me. But there isn’t anything that would stop me from moving to London with my best friend, practically my unbiological sister. Except for, no, there isn’t. Don’t take me wrong, I am going to miss her and dad so much it’s unreal! But, the idea of a new place, new people, it’s all a new adventure!

I looked at her shaking my head. I sat on the stool and took a sip out of my tea, ‘’Mom, I’ll be fine! I’m only a train away, you can come visit any time you want!’’ I said to her comforting her. She’s always been the protective parent. It’s unusual right? It’s more like the father to be protective but he’s more carefree. Meaning, he would want me to experience this whole adventure, to be independent. As for mom, she could lock me up in a cage, if it was possible, so no one can hurt. Feeding me soup so I don’t chock and die. ‘’Where’s dad anyway?’’ it’s a first not seeing dad in his ridiculous jogging outfit running around the kitchen doing push-ups and jumping jacks. My dad, David Jones, is an early retired policemen. The last year he was involved in a cross fire shooting. He got injured pretty bad. Ever since then, he never had the courage go back to work or regain his muscle strength from the injury. So dad made this pact with himself to go running every morning to help strengthen his leg muscles that were weakened due to the shooting. It’s fine, it’s good to keep fit but he went overboard. At first it start normal, then he started wearing this skinny pants and a shocking yellow head band and this blinking thingy so that drivers see him as if the natural sun light wasn’t enough. But you know, we all have that one parent.

She sighed, ‘’ We ran out milk so he went to the ASDA. Though, he should be back by now’’ she said while she peaked from the kitchen window to see if the car is gone. The door knocked twice. I sharply looked at the clock hanging just in front of me. It was five minutes to nine thirty and knowing Cher, she always arrives five minutes before.