New Life. Blank Slate. ( An OHSHC story)

Chapter 3 Photographs and France

Tamaki: I don't want to say it.

Me: Come on please?

Tamaki: No!!! I'm not even in the story yet!! It's supposed to be a host club story so why aren't I in it?!?!

Hikaru and Kaoru: Don't you mean we? As in the whole host club?

Hikari:  My milord, I guess you don't even care about poor Haruhi.

Kaoru: You only care about yourself.

Tamaki: *Cries in corner*

Me: Now look what you've done!!! Now he can't do the disclaimer! You better do it for him!!

Twins: *Sigh* Rian doesn't own any of the characters, places or blah blah blahs that Bisco Hatori does, but she owns her character people.

Me: -_-  Well, that was vague.

     I'm sorry that the host club hasn't come in yet, but I still have some backround information and stuff before they show up. :P Sorry again!!

     I walked into my room and tried to remember all of it. It might be the last time I see it. It was painted white and teal and nothing out of the ordinary, except for the wall opposite my bed. That wall was covered with hundreds of pictures of everyone important to me and all of mine and Zoey’s photoshoots. I looked fondly at a picture of my parents and I after we had a whipped cream fight. I smiled broadly at a picture with Zoey, Alex and I with our faces together with our lips squished together like fish. I had copies of my favorite pictures in a large album on my shelf, but there was one picture I didn’t have a copy of.

"Wow Zoey, this photo is amazing!" I say excitedly.

“Yeah! I think this is the best picture we ever had taken of us.” She replied smiling.

“I’m gonna make like a million copies,” I gush.

“How about we do something different?” Zoey asks. I look at her with confusion on my face.

“Something just to prove that we’re besties until the end. I’ll only have one picture and you’ll only have one picture. And if we go on a trip or something we have to bring it with us and keep it safe.” She explains.

“But what if something happens and it get ruined?” I asked. Zoey smiled wickedly.

“If either you or I ruin or lose it then we’ll have to be the other one’s slave for two weeks,”

I laugh, “You’re so evil sometimes,”

“That’s why you love me,” She replies, “So deal?” She asks holding out her hand to shake.

I place my hand in hers, “Deal.”

I stare at the picture smiling slightly at the memory. I take the picture off the wall and put it in my purse.

“Well better start packing,” I mumble to myself. I brought clothes to last for about a month because I have no idea how long I’ll be in France for. Because I don't know the time frame I also brought along a substantial amount of money.  I also took out brown color contacts from a past photoshoot and put them on. If I'm supposed to be dead it wouldn't be good for people to notice who I am right?

      Once I packed all my clothes and toiletries I put my iPod and my photo album in the suitcase too. Then I left my room for what might be the last time.

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     I'm standing on a soccer field walking towards the team that I play on when I'm in New York. Zoey and another good friend of mine from the team, Talia, wave towards me telling me to hurry up, but I see a tornado circling near them. I shake my head at them and yell for them to get away and Talia shouts back to me, "It won't harm you. Please come with us."

     I notice the rest of my team walking towards the vortex and suddenly I see that my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, and Alex were heading towards the tornado also.

"You have to run!" I yell at them, but they smile and one by one step into the vortex.

"No," Zoey says, "You have to stop running. One day you'll have to face your problems. You can't hide behind that mask of indifference forever," She finishes before she too is sucked into the vortex.

   I wake up with a gasp and look at my surroundings. I'm in my famlilies private jet. It was just a bad dream.  I take this time to recollect what has happened in the past few hours. After I packed all my things I headed to the police station with officer Casey. The other officers agreed that it would be smartest to say that I had gone missing after my parents died. We were going to say that I died with them, but there were witnesses that could disprove that theory. I'm headed towards France and hopefully I will be able to stay with that Anne Sophie lady. If not then I'll just find an apartment to rent out. I'm going to have to stay out of the country until they find out who killed my parents.

     I still can't believe that they're gone. I couldn't even stay for the funeral to honor their lives. I couldn't say good-bye to any of my friends. I can't contact them because to everyone ut government officials I am dead. And poor Zoey. I left her when she was sick. I think back to the dream and shudder a bit.  I suppose that the dream held some truth to real life. Everyone I've ever cared about is being ripped away from me. And what Zoey said...

One day you'll have to face your problems. You can't hide behind that mask of indifference forever.

     Zoey always had a problem with the way I was with the public eye. I could've had the worst day ever and I would be perfectly composed for reporters. After I got over the intitial shock of my parents dying- although it keeps coming back to me- I didn't cry.  I composed myself for Officer Casey and acted in that professional manner that Zoey knows is not me. I don't like showing emotion too much because it just shows weakness.

And I can't be weak.

     But does acting indifferent mean that I'm actually just running away from conflicts?

Eh, crappy ending, but I'm tired. :P

The slideshow is just of random pictures from Sierra's wall and the picture from the flashback.

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