Wake Up Call

It was the beginning of summer and I couldn't wait to waltz out of my spring clothes and into the summer ones. Summer is the weather I really love the most out of the four seasons Canada have in every year. It just brought out my out-going self out of my studious one. And of course, who would forget the lovely escapades with my friends? That's what I really love about summer.

But all of my happy fantasies about summer went downhill after I was informed about how my old buddy coming back to town. It's not that I'm not thrilled to see him. Don't get me wrong, I miss the guy so much, but after what happened in his life and what went down three years ago? I don't know how would I face and talk to him.

It's a tricky situation for the both of us. I badly want to scamper away from him because I don't want to talk him at the moment. Maybe three years is a long span of time, but I wasn't ready. I can't talk to him like we were the same old buddies from before. Actually, we were far from just being 'old buddies', we were best friends.

But that's not our status right now and I'd rather not talk about it-just because.

"Isabelle! Get your butt out of your bed!" I heard the shrill voice coming out from my best friend's throat bringing me out in my reverie at seven in the morning. She opened the door to my room and emerged inside with a stupid grin on her face. For a petite girl, she really looked creepy with that grin on her pretty face.

"What's up with you barging in my house early in the morning?" I questioned while crawling out of my bed. "I mean, what did you eat for breakfast, Maj, or did you even ate something?" I inquired once again while fixing my bed.

She walked up to my bed and slumped down to the corner of it making creases on the sheet. I hissed at her. "Don't give me that look," she commented as she saw me glaring at her. "By the way, I heard your mighty best friend no. 3 is back in town."

I sighed and slumped down next to her. "Yes, you heard that right. And I'm least thrilled about it," I said truthfully while gripping the star necklace I had on my neck.

"But why? You should be the happiest person on Earth because your best friend is back."

I deadpanned at her, "You know why. It has been three years since we've talk like 'same old, same old' and there's so many things-I mean very many things-occurred in the span of three years. It seems like I don't know him anymore and its blaaa..." I said narrowing my eyes. My emotions changed in just .001 millisecond. "You know what? Let's not talk about him, let's just go downstairs and eat breakfast."

"Same old, Isa. Scurrying away from touchy subjects," Maja said in a sing-song voice as she followed me down the stairs.

"Whatever," I muttered while rolling my eyes to myself. My best friend no. 3 was never a touchy subject. Or maybe he is, but I'm not going to tell her that.

Maja and I went straight to the kitchen where my older brother Carlo was eating. When I arrived at his reach, he smiled at me and tapped my head, "Good morning, Kiddo."

"Good morning, Carl," I greeted back as I sat across from him, Maja trailing behind. As she sat on the chair next to me, I was already munching down the juicy hotdog my brother had made.

"What are you guys up to today?" Carlo questioned as Maja and I munched on our own food. He was looking at me the whole time and it was totally creepy and insane.

"Don't look at me like that, Carl," I mumbled while rolling my eyes at him. He definitely knew that something was up and that I knew something that I wish I didn't know. My older brother pretty much knows me too well that it's creepy. But I'd rather not change that because our bond as siblings-nothing can compare to that.