Flashback
The first thought that comes to mind "Where am I?" I look around to realize I'm in my middle school in Chicago walking with my best friend, at the time Mariana, towards the gate to leave the devil's place I was so close to leaving without running into Rebecca but as always luck isn't on my side.
"Leaving so soon" as always a crowd starts to form around us since she just pushed me and I stumble back. I've been pushed around long enough so I decided to push her back and all I hear is 'ooh' and 'oh my god' throughout the crowd. Shock flashed across her face before she says or does something else I speak.
"You are not going to push me around anymore I will not allow you to treat me the way you keep treating me so get the hell out of my way" I rarely curse but there wasn't another way to come across clearly, okay maybe there was but this way it will show her and everyone they can't mess with me anymore.
I will never forget the faces around the crowd and most importantly and funniest of all it's Mariana's I can't really describe it because she has never made that face but she was shocked too. Rebecca is speechless so I grab Mariana and I pull her out of the crowd so that we can leave.
"You are my hero" Mariana says before we part ways.
As I get in the car my mom asks me how my day was, I've told her about Rebecca before she went so crazy that she was going to go to the school but I didn't tell her that it didn't affect me emotionally she didn't believe me but she agreed not to talk to the school as long as I talk to her.
"I stood up to Rebecca"
"What?!" My mom says turning to face me for a couple of seconds before turning back to the road.
"Yeah so she pushed and I couldn't tolerate it anymore so I pushed her back..." I know for a fact that she was going to tell me that 'violence is not the answer' so I interrupt her before she can say exactly that. "Now I know you don't like violence but that was enough to get her attention before I told her to leave me alone"
"Ohhh! Honey, I'm so proud of you"
"Do you think... we can go get ice cream!"
Ice cream was my thing before coffee and it was also my mom's thing.
"Well, of course, I would love to besides dad hasn't come back from work so we have time"
Present
I wake up from the memory finding it unusual that I didn't get my nightmare instead I got a memory of my mom. But this is worse than my nightmare because this shows me the moments I have lost and will never have again. I grab my phone from my nightstand next to my bed to check the time on my phone.
2:00 am
I'm going to try to fall back asleep it's better than being awake on this day. I just hope my nightmares don't come but like my 13-year old self-said luck is rarely on my side.
Flashback
Once again I'm confused by my surrounding I look at myself in the mirror to see me at 15 years old of age in a very fancy dress. But why?
Oh yeah, this is my big show, I'm about to perform a song I composed and wrote. I'm pacing back and forth backstage, having my family here is so supportive but also nerve-racking. What if I mess up? What if they don't like the song?
"Please welcome to the stage, Emma Wilkinson" I hear my music teacher and for a second my heart skipped a beat, I walk through the curtains and sit on the piano not daring to look at the crowd, I take a deep breath and begin.
YOU ARE READING
The Second I Met You ✔
Teen Fiction"Em?" Matt said waving a hand in front of my face. "Huh?" "You okay, we were talking and then you stopped," he said looking at me worryingly but I'm still not meeting his eyes, if look up at him he'll know I'm lying. "Yeah I'm fine, I'm sorry" "It'...
