Piece My Heart Back Together

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

AMELIA'S POV

"You wake her up," my dad quietly whispered. "No, you wake her up," my mom said and then continued " I don't want her to wake up and realize THEY are gone and cry the Niagra Falls." You know, it really hurt to think that my parents thought of me as a ticking time bomb. They just don't understand the pain I went through and the pain ill forever go through. But nevertheless, I got up and slammed my car door. They looked at each other in surprise and probably hoped I hadn't heard their previous conversation. I opened up the trunk and got my suitcases and duffel bag and handed some to my dad, and went along trying to find my way around the airport.

All i need right now is a pound of coffee and some noise canceling headphones to drown out the sound of the obnoxious people carrying out their conversations throughout the day. You know, I wasn't like this when....when ....when THEY were here, I was a people person and was the type of person who treated her mom like her best friend. But, times have changed and I have my guard up high and my fake smile plastered on my face. For god sakes, I don't even think I said a word to my parents today. I'm such a horrible person, I let my boyfriend and best friend die right before my eyes and shut my family out. Okay, enough about my sob story of a life, TALLYHOE TO THE NEAREST STARBUCKS!!!!!

After I chugged my venti caramel frap. I decided to find my parental units. I looked through the sea of people and saw my six foot 2 dad's head stick out above most of the others. You're probably thinking, u must be tall then , but again, yu are sadly mistaken. Since, my mom is a WHOPPING 5'1, I even out to about 5'7. Since, I already told you how tall I am, how about a description. Well, I have dark brown hair, bright blue eyes that I take after from my dad. I also have a few, tiny freckles that dot my cheeks and nose.

ANYWAYS, after all that airport s$&@ was settled, we finally boarded the plane. My parents made sure to place me on the plane far away from them so they wouldn't have to hear about my rants about how much life sucks. I got to the isle where my seat was and was trying to reach the thingy to get my bag inside. When, all of the sudden it opens and my bag is helped placed inside. ' oh, what a kind soul'

If this was me earlier before the THING happened I would've said thank you a billion times but the new me just didn't even acknowledge them. I know what you think, ' what a rude bitch.' But, I can't help it, because I learned that if I acknowledge someone for something they did they 'would want to start a conversation and that is the LAST thing I want to do.

All of the sudden, a guy with glasses and a major speech impediment starts tapping my shoulders. I turn to him and give him a look like 'wtf do u want'. He flinches and stutters " mm..miss I kkind oofff..' I didn't let him continue because there was no way that boy would finish the sentence before the flight would end so I moved to the other seat in the middle.

"Someone's got their panties in a twist," a deep male voice says. I gasp and give the boy around my age the worst death glare i could manage. The god-like looking boy continued, " there's something about you hidden under that thing you call a smile...," he trails off. I look at him to continue. He then says " it's like you hate everything and everyone." I look at him, blink and shove my headphones back in my ear.

I don't know if that was his weird way of trying to profile me as a killer or flirting, so i decided to not show him a reaction. Back home, after Adam and Chase died, a bunch of guys shamelessly flirted with me. I guess I really never noticed them before Chase and Adam (may I say two buff guys on the football team) would scare them away. I mean who would like me, plain old Amelia.

After getting lost in my thoughts, I looked at Mr. Abercrombie and Fitch model to see him studying me like I was a puzzle piece. His light brown eyebrows were furrowed and his emerald green eyes bored into my soul. He saw me looking and decided to speak up, " you know, you're not like most girls." "Tell me something I don't know," I retorted.

"Ooh feisty I like it. Anyways, what I was trying to say was you aren't perky and happy-go-lucky like most girls. It's like there is a cloud of sadness an hate over your head but you cover it up with your beautiful features." " I don't know whether to slap you for basically calling me the grumpy, blue carebear or thank you for calling me beautiful," I said. " it was mostly a compliment babe," his deep voice rumbled with amusement.

All the sudden the boy on my left speaks up, " if you two do have sex on this plane, please use the bathroom." While he was saying that, I was drinking water and when I heard sex and Abercrombie and Fitch model together in the same sentence I immediately sprayed my water all over nerd-boy's face. He blinked and then screamed "germs,germs,GERMS." Then, he ran straight into the bathroom.

I was still in my laughing fest, when I turned to look at Abercrombie and Fitch. It just started t up again. "I mean...me...you..sex...haha..he ...haha...must be ..high," my words spluttered out. "What's wrong with two fine-ass looking people fucking," Abercrombie and Fitch blurted out. Oh this will be a fun plane ride with colorful word mr.abercombie model, and germophobe Greg.

Authors note:

Thank you if you are reading this story, I appreciate it. As you can see this chapter has swear words in it and I will use them when I feel like it so that's my warning. Please help my book get out there. I absolutely low writing! Thank you so much!

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