*Rebecca’s POV*
Only three words can explain what I am experiencing right now, Falling, Darkness, and nothingness. I don’t know were I am. I don’t know how I got here. I just want it to stop. And then, it does. I’m sudenly standing on solid ground, but when I look down theres nothing there. Sudennly the world arround me shifts, and I’m standing ontop of a grassy hill, overlooking a playground. But not any playground, the playground my mother took me to as a kid. I looked closer, on the bench were two adults, both woman, talking. I sat down and looked closer, one of the woman had long, silky ginger hair, and bright green eyes. That was my mother. The other woman, with light brown hair and dark blue eyes, I couldn’t recognize. There were also two children playing, a girl and a boy, both looked around 6. Thr girl had long gingery, blondey, hair and bright blue eyes. That little girl was me when I was 6. The little boy had scruffy brown hair and light brown eyes. At first I didn’t reconise him, but now I do. “Do you know who those people are?” A voice asked from behind me. “The little girl is me, when I was 6. The woman with the ginger hair is my mother, when she was healthy. The little boy is Trevor Harrison, and the other woman is his mother.” The world changed again, this time it was in a classroom. A little girl (me), who was 8 years old, came skipping in dressed like minnie mouse, and the other kids were laughing and making fun of her. Trevor wasn’t in the classroom, so she had nobody to help her, untill one girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes pushed through the crowd. “Hey! Leave her alone!” She defeneded, and they backed off. “Hey, its ok there gone.” She soothed to the little me. “Thank you, im rebecca.” “Julie, Julie Anders. And I personally love youre style.” She said, and helped me up. “Julie Anders, from that day we were almost insepratable.” I said, a tear falling from my eyes. Shift. The school playground. 11 year old Trevor was chasing 10 1/3 year old me around the playground. I trip on my shoelace, scraping up my knee badly on the concrete. Julie runs over and helps me up. Trevor helps me to the nurses office. He holds my hand as she puts the peroxide on it. She finishes up and Trevor and I walk back to class. Shift. 11 year old me, crying into my mothers shoulder as she says something through tears. “That’s the day mother got diagnosed with cancer.” Shift. 12 year old me, at the annual talent show, getting booed of the stage, and running all the way to the hospital to see my mom, even thought it was 20 blocks away. Shift, my mother, in her hospital bed, conforting me.Shift, 12 year old me, dropping the phone that was held to my ear, then kicking a hole in my door before collabsing on the floor sobbing. “That’s the day tha hospital called to tell us she had passed, after that day my eyes were never as bright as they used to be.” Slight shift, 5 minutes later. My father walknig down the hallway, noticing the sobs, and hole in my door. Him asking me what happened, me telling him, him falling to his knees. Shift. The day I told my dad I was quiting my job as a PA at a printing buisness to pursue my dream of making people happy, to persue youtube. We got into a huge fight, in the end I moved out. Shift, the day I told him I got invited to move to england. He never supported me when it came to youtube, so when I told him I was moving to england, to join a bunch of others with the same perpose of me, no.
D: YOURE NOT MOVING TO ENGLAND JUST SO YOU CAN WORK WITH A BUNCH OF IDIOTS
R: SO WHAT IF THERE IDIOTS! THERE FUN IDIOTS! THEY ALL SHARE THE SAME DREAM AS ME, AND ARE ACTUALLY MAKING A DIFFERENCE
D: HOW IS PLAYING VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY, AND PUTTING IT ON THE INTERNET MAKING A DIFFERENCE!?!
R: THEM PLAYING VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY, HAS RAISED OVER 1 MILLION DOLLARS FOR CHARITY IN THE LAST 2 YEARS! AND NOW I HAVE A CHANCE TO HELP MAKE A DIFFERENCE!
D: THIS IS NOT WHAT YOURE MOTHER WOULD HAVE WANTED FOR YOU!
R: REALLY? SHE WOULDN’T WANT ME TO BE HAPPY? TO FOLLOW MY DREAMS, AND TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THIS WORLD? BECAUSE IF SHE WAS HERE, IM SURE SHE WOULD BE HELOING ME PACK, NOT TELLING ME I CANT GO! IM 23 YEARS OLD! I’M MOVING TO ENGLAND, AND YOU CANT STOP ME!
