As Long As I Live

The Good 'Ol Days

Ah! The good 'ol days.

I miss them.

Actually, thinking back, I hated them at the time, with having to go to school, homework, nothing to do at home, but that was before the fateful day was set before me; a silver platter, filled with sorrow, loss and danger. Yes, I know some people out there are like "Danger? I eat danger for breakfast!", but this is the kind of danger worse then bungee jumping off a cliff. At least you know you'll be safe. With our kinda danger, if you're not careful or skilled with a weapon, it'll eat you for breakfast. Literally.

Anyway, back to the good 'ol days.

Normal things happened then, like family problems, friend drama, financial problems, or just dying of boredom in math class. I would ride home on the very loud, spanking hot bus, and arrive home around the same time every weekday. 

I would relax first, cuz I'm a procrastinator, then work on my homework. Afterward, depending what day it was, I would either have archery, or music based classes. Doing either of these activities helped me relieve the weight stressfulness I'd been carrying on my shoulders that day, so obviously, I'd do them often. Mom would be inside cooking and singing along to the Spice Girls album at full volume. I mean, a girl can only take so much of one song.

At night, mom and I would sit in our living room, telling stories made up on the spot over a cup of hot coco, even if the weather wasn't cold. It was usually blazing in Florida, but we didn't care. It's not called the sunshine state for no reason. This is why I don't do good with the cold. I still got Florida skin, and if it's below 75 degrees, it's freezing to me. I mean you can't blame me though, with my home state's record freeze being like in the 60's and all.

It was always just mom and I. It had never been different, I hadn't ever imagined that everything could change so drastically. I thought I'd probably never know my father, and I excepted that. According to mom, he was "breathtakingly handsome." and could "charm anyone with his voice."

Unfortunately, my father had to leave. That's usually where the conversation ended. Whenever I tried to pry more information from her, she'd just burst into a musical number of "Don't Worry, Be Happy".

School was okay. Chorus, PE, and Language Arts were my straight A classes, but math and science, I'm not a whiz.

Well anyways (hamiestar, don't laugh), mom and I had a great relationship. She took care of me surprisingly well, despite the fact that she was alone. On my birthday, every year, she'd take me out to somewhere special, like a live mimi concert, and get me something special. 

That's where I got my instruments and bow and arrows from. She somehow knew I had the skill to work with them, so she gave them to me, and taught me pretty much everything I know about archery and music.

Mom and I would but on mini concerts for each other, or sing duets, switching between various instruments such as the ukulele, piano, violin, and even a saxophone! It was the life! Or that's how I think of it now. I really can't believe that I didn't like that life. What I didn't know is that it would only get worse.

The monster attacks started in 4th grade, and continued, becoming more and more frequent. Whenever I tried to explain to a teacher, they would send me to the nurse, saying stuff like I was hallucinating, but I wasn't. The nurses always came back with the same response. I guess word eventually got around, because suddenly, I was alone, and people started whispering as I passed, staring at me like 'There's that crazy girl! The one who can apparently see monsters! Hah! What a joke!' After that, I stopped trying to tell teachers what I was seeing, and just gave into the fact that I was crazy. Little did I know that I was seeing the truth..

I could see things that they couldn't, or more like wouldn't see.

Okay, that's it for my second chapter! Hope y'all like it! I swear that the chapters will get better; more interesting, but for now, character development, ya know. For those of you who have no idea what's happening, this whole book is like a giant flashback, so just bear with me if you don't like the idea.