Imaginary Me

^Chapter Six^

I woke up to the dim light shinning through the wooden boards nailed too the windows. It was dusty, so dusty that I could see particles dancing in the light like tiny fireflies. I stood up and the floor creaked. I've never really been up here, I don't think anyone has really. Several cardboard boxes were spread throughout the room, each covered with a layer of dust as if not opened in years. I saw a figure in the corner that looked very familiar. I walked over to see what it was and I gasped. It was Serafinas favorite teddy bear, Gibby. I was surprised because last night she was carrying it. Did her mom take it away and put it up here and I just didn't see her? That's not it a layer of thick grey dust was covering the top of its head. I put down Gibby and sat by the window.
Serafina will come up here soon. I know it.
A few hours later Serafinas Mom came up into the attic. At first I didn't recognize her. Her eyes had tiny wrinkles beside them, and her once vibrant blond hair is now a faded grey-ish color. That's not possible. She looked normal yesterday, what could've happened between them and now? She was also wearing a short sleeved shirt and shorts, but yesterday it was rainy and cold, the normal weather in November. "SERAFINA COME UP HERE NOW!" She yelled rolling her blue eyes at the task. "WHAT MOTHER?!" I heard someone yell. It couldn't be her voice. The voice that just spoke was deeper and had a slight attitude put into which Serafina barely ever showed. I heard footsteps. They sounded angry and frantic. My heart seemed to slow as the steps drew nearer.

Then I saw her. But, it wasn't her at the same time. This girl looked older and taller. Her hair wasn't in a ponytail it was down and curled into perfect waves. Her legs were long and lean, her arms gracefully hanging from her sides. But her eyes, her eyes were the same. The same magical hazel color that changed with her mood. This was my Serafina.

"What do you want?" Serafina asked her mother. "I told you to clean this up. Why isn't it clean?" Her mother said while gesturing around the dusty attic. Serafina walked around and then looked at her mom. "It's dumb no one is going to come up here anyways, besides I have no time. Between, campaigns for homecoming and homework that's impossible." "Serafina..." her mother started, but she interrupted. "Stop calling me that. You know I want to be called Sara!!"

Sara. Sara?! She absolutely hated that name! What's happening? How can one night change all of her?
Her mom turned. "Just because it's your 15th birthday doesn't mean you treat me like this."
15th birthday.

I get it now.

Serafina put me up here and forgot.

She's forgotten me for 5 years.