Have you ever had something happen to you that changed your life forever? A single moment, that changed you and the people around you. Changed you into something, someone different. Someone that feels different than everyone else. Different than who you were before.
My name is Astrid, Astrid Rigel. I've had a normal life, but I've always felt different than everyone around me. But that was all going to change, and this is how my story begins.
"Astrid! Astrid! If you don't wake up I'll post all your embarrassing baby pictures online!" My eyes shot open and saw my younger brother Jackson, who's four years younger than me. He smirked, which just made me a little ticked off.
"What is it, Jack?" I growled at him because I was still very tired.
"We're here." He said. I looked over and behind my little brother was a house. It had two stories, a giant garden, and a forest behind it.
I nodded, and unbuckled my seat belt. Getting out of the car I felt the cool air hit my face. I smiled; I walked to the open door to look inside the house. It was amazing. Well except for the boxes that were everywhere.
"Oh you're awake." I looked over to where my mom stood. In her arms was a box, it had the flaps open and it said "fragile" on it. "Do you mind taking this box." She handed the box over to me.
In the box we're little nicknacks and a few picture frames. I smiled, then something caught my eye.
I put the box down and pulled out a picture. A tear welled up in my eye. My mom must have noticed, because I felt a pair of arms wrap around my shoulder.
"I remember that picture, that's when I was pregnant with Jack." My mom said with sadness in her voice.
The picture in question had my sister Sarah and I on a pair of swings at a park. Mom was smiling next to the swing set, her hair more of a dark red then grey back then. And behind Sarah and I was a tall man pushing us. He had a bright smile on his face. His eyes were closed and his blonde hair was all messed up.
I turned the frame over and seen a little heart on the back. A tear fell onto the frame; I missed him so much.
I missed...Dad.
"I know you miss him, I do too. But I'm sure he's happy that we're moving on." Mom tried to comfort me.
"Yah." I managed to say somehow. I wiped me tears and put the picture back into the box.
"Astrid?" I turned around to face my mom. "Are you sure you're-"
"Astrid! Are you down there, if you are can you help me with this!" My older sister yell from upstairs interrupting mom.
"What were you going to say, mom?" I asked.
"Nothing, just go upstairs and help your sister." She smiled, but I knew it was fake. She barely ever smiled a real smile, since after the accident. But I smiled back and headed upstairs.
Inside the first room to my right stood my older sister Sarah. She's just six teen, two years older than I am, but she acts so adult. Especially after what happened.
"Hey." I said. She turned around, the light shinned off of her strawberry blonde hair. She gave me a smile, I returned the favor.
"So you Are awake. Darn, I really wanted to help upload those baby pictures to the internet." She joked, but I knew she would actually do that if she could.
