♡ She's shy. He's a socialite. Both are different races. She's a teacher's pet. He's an Instagram star and the most popular guy at Middleton High, along with being the principal's son and has EVERY ONE around him. Diane Moore and Travis Sanchez are...
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4 AM
Travis' pov
Where am I? I look around seeing nothing but white, I saw my friends, Diane, Mel, Louis and Dom. "Guys?" they all turn and look at me. All of them had blood on them dripping to the ground. I noticed Diane had a knife in her chest, Mel had blood dripping out of her mouth and a pill bottle in her hand, Dominic had large pieces of glass in his skin and Louis had severe cuts, bruises and gashes, some of his clothes were ripped.
They all had blank faces, "What happened to you?" Diane pointed to her right I eyed her and slowly looked to where she pointed, I saw a reflection of my.....mom? A noose with a cut end was around my neck, and I had cuts all over my arms that were constantly bleeding. Despite every one of us having different injuries, we're all little kids. I'm so confused right now....
Then suddenly everything goes black and I'm outside now. It's daytime, it's warm. I can see the spring blossoms on the trees around me. Wait, this is my back yard! I can see the pool too. I walk around in the fine green grass and walk into the garden. I notice roses, roses everywhere, mom planted rose bushes everywhere, rose vines, potted roses. She loved roses, especially white ones. They bloom every spring and summer. But there was one particular one that she loved a lot. Out of this huge rose garden that she concocted, there was this huge tree, full of big pale pink roses and the ground around it were filled with blue forget-me-nots. She even had shining marble benches surrounding it.
But.....this has to be in the past, the tree died shortly after she died. It never bloomed again, or the forget me nots.
The other roses still bloom, but mom's favorite went with her I guess.
I stood there looking at the tree, I looked away from it and decide to sit down. Man I feel so weird right now, didn't I have on pants? These don't feel like my clothes. I look down, almost startling myself. Since when did I wear a dress? Don't tell me it's one of those weird dreams again. I quickly got up, and walked to the pool. I need a reflection some how, and now I'm hearing heels, these are my heels.
I can't wear heels! Last time I did, I broke both of them and I had to buy another pair....because my sister was a beast at the time.
As soon as I approached the pool. I stopped at looked at myself, "What the-" but I'm looking at someone else am I? That's my mom in the reflection. I grabbed my hair, ooookay. Wait, I have boobs?! Suddenly I'm my mom, and that's disturbing enough.
I took my heels off and walked right back to the garden, feeling tears fall from my face from being overwhelmed even more. I hear sniffling, and see a little boy on one of the benches. But he looks familiar, too familiar; he looks at me, green eyes are a rare eye color after all. Wait that boy, "Mom?!" he gets up and runs to me,
"What? I'm not-" he hugs me tight. Even my voice is different, I bent down and hugged him back. This kid is having a fit! But this kid is me, a younger me. "What's wrong? What's going on?" I try to calm him. "You always ask that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start anything!"
