Lost, Loved and Broken

Chapter 1 - Shooting Stars

Friday 12th August

"Hey!" I yell as Cole takes my cookie.

He runs toward the school gates. That was my breakfast...

Yes, I eat cookies on the way to school and call it my breakfast. Don't judge me...cookies are awesome.

"Come back here Cole, you're going to regret you ever laid a slimy little finger on my cookie!" I yell playfully.

He turns around and is stupid enough to trip on his shoelaces, falling into a mud pile. Luckily, his hand is still in the air with my cookie perfectly clean, (but suspiciously smaller.)

"I'll take that thank you very much," I say as I wrench the cookie from his hand.

I laugh as I bite down on the deliciousness that is Cookie Monster cookies.

I walk pretty slowly, so Cole catches up pretty quick.

"Don't you even think about laying another finger in my precious," I warn him.

"Yeah I'm ok thanks for asking sis," he replies, smirking sarcastically with mud splattered on his cheeks.

I double over with laughter and forget all about my cookie. It suspiciously disappears after that and I can't help but notice the sound of crunching behind me.

He ate it didn't he? Man, brothers can be so annoying sometimes! Oh well...

"Skye!" yells a voice from across the playground.
I turn around to see my best friend, Lola, waving me over.

I look around for Cole to tell him I'm going to go see Lola, but he's nowhere to be found.

"Hey Lola," I say, as I walk over to her. She jumps off the monkey bars that she was sitting on and passes me an envelope.

"It's an official invitation to my 13th," she says. I nod and open it up.

Dear Skye,

You are officially invited to attend Lola's 13th birthday party. The theme is  Red Carpet so come dressed in anything fancy or pretty.

Venue: 43 Auburn Drive

Date: Friday 19th August 

RSVP: by Thursday 17th August at 021 387 6598

(Quick Author's Note, this may or may not be a real number, but I made it up so please don't go calling this number to see if a person actually picks up. 43 Auburn Drive is also made up but it is very likely that this is an actual address. The school that these kids go to is also made up, but it also may be a real school.)

"You are coming aren't you?" questions Lola.

"Of course I am, wouldn't miss it for the world!" I reply, giving her a hug. Although it's quite cold, her arms are quite warm and give me a tingly feeling as she wraps her arms around my back.

"C'mon, I think the bell is going to go soon," I say, leading Lola closer to our class. 

As if on cue, the bell sounds; brinnnnnnnnggggggg. "That's us," says Lola. We walk to class and take out seats. We don't have split apart desks. Instead, we have tables and we can sit anywhere we want.

Miss Winters, our form room teacher, walks in with a boy by her side. He's wearing a beanie and I can see little curls of black hair poking out. Instead of the boy's typical shorts and grey shirt, he's wearing blue jeans and a shirt that says 'King' written in gold across the front. As he turns to face the rest of the class, I can see that his eyes are a beautiful shade of hazel.

"His name is Dylan, I heard Miss Winters talking to Principal Hanes about him," whispers Lola in my ear.

"Dylan," I whisper to myself. It fits him perfectly...

"Good morning class, we have a new student," says Miss Winters. Everyone looks intrigued by Dylan and obviously want to know more about him. 

"Dylan, would you like to tell us about yourself?" says Miss Winters. Dylan bobs his head, shaking around the black curls underneath his beanie. 

"My name is Dylan Andrews and I moved here from down south. I am thirteen and I live with my Mum and younger sister," he says, his voice husky and beautiful like...like, there are no words to describe it! 

"Anything else you'd like to share?" asks Miss Winters. He shakes his head and Miss Winters tells him to take a seat. I look up at him to admire his black curly hair and lopsided beanie when I catch him staring at me.

Wait, was he staring; or was that my imagination? There's a free seat next to me; he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the seat. "Skye, would you please show Dylan around at break please?" asks Miss Winters. I am too shocked right now, (about the fact that Dylan chose to sit next to me when there were five other seats next to guys,) to answer her question, so I just nod. 

Miss Winters starts reading out the daily news about all the different clubs and meeting's at break and lunch, but I'm not listening. I'm trying to be discreet about staring at Dylan, who is clearly not looking in my direction. 

"Hey Skye, are you okay?" asks Lola, tapping my shoulder. I nod but I don't break my gaze from Dylan's face. He's got perfect little freckles on his cheeks and nose, the most awesome smile in the whole wide world and the cutest dimples I have ever seen. He's smiling at a picture on the wall. It's a picture of the class on a trip to the zoo. 

Wait, he's staring at the picture next to it. That's a picture of Lola and I being crazy and pulling silly faces. My eyes are crossed and my smile is warped with my fingers. I look like a mess. Dylan looked hypnotised by it.

I turn to listen to the daily news, but a second later, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to face Lola but she's looking at Miss Winters. 

"Is that you?" asks a voice. I turn around to see Dylan. He's pointing at that picture and suddenly, I feel my cheeks burn.

"Yeah," I mumble.

"You look cute." My cheeks fire up and I'm pretty sure I look as red as a tomato. He looks at me and smirks at the fact that I'm blushing. Wonderful, he now reminds me of my brother; cocky. 

"I look like an idiot," I reply, telling the truth.

"No, you don't," he replies putting his hand on mine. My hands feel clammy and sweaty now...eww. Why is he doing this? My heart rate is picking up and I swear I hear it throbbing through my ears.

I have wished on lots of shooting stars in my lifetime, (mainly plane lights,) and I have wished for many things. I did once wish for a boy to like me back when I was in year two. I had had a crush on the smartest little guy in our class. He didn't like me and said I was 'too noisy', but I had liked him a lot. 

Never have I ever felt this way before; the tingly, hot and prickly sensation sinking through my skin as his hand sits on top of mine and my palm sweats mercilessly onto the table. I know one thing for sure, the next time I see a shooting star, I'm wishing for this feeling, all over again...

***

Hello! Guess who's back, back again? Yeah, it's me! I really, really need to stop making so many new books, but it's time for me to start sticking to one. I've written all these random stories and my Dad's saying I should show them to my English teacher, but...no, just no. 

Moving on from my little life, how do you like the start? I've made the next chapter as well, I'm going for a goal of a chapter every two days. But...some reading suggestions.

Well, I really like Cathy Cassidy books, her chocolate box series and the other ones as well. I'm reading one of them called Sundae Girl which is pretty good. Anyone here a fan of Cathy Cassidy, anyone?

Love,

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