Hey Mon cheres! Miss me? So, this is a really long chapter (for me) just because I love you guys so much! Okay, and maybe I feel a bit guilty for having you wait so long for this update.
Ladies and gentlemen! Without further delay, I bring you, Chapter Two.
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The following weeks rolled by without anything remotely exciting, which, in my standards would include really good-looking guys.
My family and I made lots of trips to the beach, our favorite place in the world and it was on one of those days when I suddenly realized something.
“School starts in two weeks” I said, more of a statement than a question. Blake just raised an eyebrow and nodded. I could tell he was wondering why I had just said something so random, but he should be used to it by now considering I’ve always done that since I could talk.
“Yeah. So?” he asked anyway, helping the twins build a sand castle. I would have helped too if not for the fact that I was a natural klutz. No matter how slow and careful I was, I always ended up making a sand blob. Disappointing, I know.
I just shook my head, dismissing the topic and handed the sea shells I’d been collecting to Tommy, who grinned up at me and started decorating the castle with it. Tilting my head back to see the perfectly blue sky, squinting a bit since it was bright, I took a deep breath of air. Letting it out slowly, I lowered my gaze to rest on the clashing waves that hit the shore.
I didn’t know why, but there was something telling me things were going to be different this year, but that feeling always came whenever I realized summer was coming to an end.
Only this time, it was absolutely, undeniably right.
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“What do you mean I’m changing schools?”
It was a couple of days after my realization of the end of summer, just after dinner, when my mom and dad sat me down on the couch in the living room to tell me that I was going to be transferred to the same school as Blake.
You see, Blake and I went to different schools, I didn’t know why that was, but I never complained. Let’s just say I was glad to not have Blake around for a couple of hours each day.
Blake was the kind of brother who hovered over you when you spoke to new people, just to make sure that they don’t hurt you or say bad things about you. Sometimes I was grateful for it, but most of the time I found it hard to have a normal conversation with other people. To me, making friends was hard enough and adding the fact that Blake was hopelessly over protective and intimidating makes me all together unapproachable. It’s always been that way between me and Blake. He’s always treated me like I was fragile.
And I hated feeling like that.
“Exactly that darling.” My dad answered patiently, watching me pace in front of them.
“But Daaaaaaaaaad! What about my friends? My teachers? Heck, even the janitors would miss me if I left!” I ended my tirade with a dramatic sigh, plonking down on an arm chair that was placed adjacent to the sofa my parents were on.
Mom sighed too, only it wasn’t dramatic, more like tired.
“Honey, we already know about your friends. We know they don’t actually talk to you in friendly terms. In fact, I think calling them ‘friends’ would be a bit too much, don’t you think?” she said.
So this was what it was about. You see, I was never the social kind of person. In fact, you can go as far as calling me an introvert.
Meeting new people was never my forte, that was always Blakes thing. And yeah, they were right when they said that my friends weren’t actually ‘friendly’ with me but atleast they try to be. It’s just that sometimes they give up. They get tired of trying, which I completely understand.
