Never Forget You [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

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Hello everyone who's reading my new story Never Forget You :)

I'm fairly new to writing so bare with me these first few chapters, I try my best though!

word count: 1383

01: Backstory p1

The sun is shining as I am running in a big, open field of green grass on the countryside. To my left a boy starts gaining speed on me yelling out, "Race you to my house!" I giggle in return as we both dash towards the house, arms out making airplane noises as we swerve between one another when I trip and fall. I hear faint shouts of my name.

"Bella. Bella! Bella!!!" I jolt up from the deep sleep I was in not even a second ago by the loud yelling and knocking on my door.

Sleepily rolling out of bed I wrap a light blanket around me as I walk over to the door opening it. "Yes?" I say with sleepiness still clinging to my voice.

In front of me is my dad, Mark, who is already dressed. It feels to early to be dressed though. "Ugh dad, what time is it even?"

Letting out a little laugh he checked his wristwatch. "Your reaction is spot on, it's only 8:00 am. But we all need to be ready by 9 because we have somewhere very special to be...birthday girl" He says smiling, picking my up and twirling me around into a hug.

After he let me down I make my way down towards the bathroom when I realize he never said where we were going. "Uhm, where exactly are we going?"

He slowly turns around with a cheeky grin. "Nowhere extremely special, just to some people we haven't seen in a little while."

At first I have no idea what he means as he is standing there waiting for me to realize, when it clicks that it's my birthday. That means someone else's birthday that I know of is in two weeks. This can't be.

He can't be serious

Is he serious?

Oh my god this can't be happening it's been 3 years!

He notices how my eyes have gone wide and the dimples on my cheeks appear as I'm smiling ear to ear yelling "yes!" over and over again jumping up and down.

I run over to hug him tightly exclaiming, "Oh my gosh thank you guys so much!" Before dashing back to the bathroom with a spring in my step to take a quick shower.

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"Bella Evans get your fanny down here now, we leave in 2 minutes!" I can hear my mom badger from the downstairs mudroom.

"I'll be down in a minute!" I reply back, stretching out the minute part.

"Oh, and happy birthday sweet heart!" She adds. My mom is one of the nicest people I know, she's just in a mood when there's things to do and slowpokes like me are taking their sweet precious time; but I'm slightly off the hook for at least today.

Running out of the upstairs bathroom to my room a few doors away I look at my reflection in the white antique dresser, brushing out what snarls were left from blow drying my dirty blonde hair, proceeding to hurriedly attempt a 'perfect' messy bun because right now they are all any girl wears. After too many failed attempts I decide to just wear it down.

Why am I trying to look perfect?

They won't judge my appearance.

But I need to look nice