The Lara life: Story of new aging.

Weird changes. part one.

A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry its taken me a while to upload the new chapter; haven't really been in a writing mood. This will be the last chapter that Lara will be in her little town so i can now start getting to the point! i thought, well its getting a bit boring just talking about her small town. so this will be more about her move to the city, and it will also be rotating roles instead of crossing to her "city danger" life it will memories of "country safe" life. :3 Anyway, enjoy reading, it gets better from here. Mx. EDITING DONE BY: JournalistGirl, check her out!

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Sometimes when you're in a dark place, it's hard to get out. There’s no light, not even a window to escape! That’s what it was like for me, I was in a dark place all on my own; only with my demons. They were meant to be my friends, but friends don't do that to each other! I'd never do that to anyone. I only hope that I can grow stronger and break down these walls, and let the light in. Oh, I only wish I could feel the light on my face. Bring me back--

--By now! Crap, I hope he’s not too pissed! By he, I mean my up tight arse of a father! I run back to my house as fast as I could, all the seconds I waste on walking are only increasing my chances of NOT getting a new car! When I get to my front lawn, I take a couple of seconds to get some air in my lungs! I fix my hair, tidy my clothes up, breath in and out, "I'm ready" I say out loud. 

As I’m walking up to the front door I hear cheering, laughter and crying. What’s going on? What did I miss out on? I look through the small window near the door and see my whole family dancing around and just being happy; I swear I saw a smile on my Dad’s face! I work up the courage to open the door. I wear a confused look on my face, they don’t even notice my presence. As I creep up to the living room, stopping just on the line separating the open area and the den, I see my family acting like apes!

My father finally takes notice of me, and shoots me a smile. To be honest, this is the first time he has ever smiled at me that I can remember! "What’s... going on... here?" I finally ask.

"I got a promotion! We’re moving! We’re all moving to the city!" he shouted while picking me up and raising me up the roof. The city? Can we just leave everything we have here and just go? Can we really do that? When my father is moving me around, I just stay stiff. This new news is horrible for me to hear. He finally releases me, and I just look at my family, who aren't even bothered by this. I open my eyes wide, as wide as they could go!

I ran up the stairs to my room, and slammed the door to make a statement. I walked over to my bed, grabbed a pillow and just screamed into it. I don't even remember how long I screamed for. Looking around my room, I feel my heart ache. I see my desk in the corner; that’s where I did my homework at Joel Oak Country Grammar, where I spent so many hours on face book and YouTube and Skype! I look over to where my walk-in closet is; that’s where I spent many hours sorting out places to put my new clothes after a busy day of shopping with Mum or friends. Everywhere I look in my room is just a big reminder of what I’m going to miss here! I have a full wall of just snippets from magazines, photos with friends and family and cards, pictures I’ve received. 

Just the thought of having to go through all this stuff again weakens me! Jason doesn't have many friends here but people look out for him because he’s my brother. He’s shy, a kid like him in the city? They’re going to eat him alive, then what am I going to do? Nothing. I can't do anything in a new place! How can I protect him? Then there’s Jayla and Kenzii, they’re only in grade 3! What if they can't catch up? They're just going to keep falling behind! Am I just being selfish? I should be happy for Dad, this could be really good for us, couldn’t it? 

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I go onto to face book and break the news to everyone. 'To all my friends, I’m upset to say but... I’m moving to the city! I wish you could have been here so we could hang out one last time. :/  I love you all! <3 Like for inbox though, so we can have one last chat!' 3 minutes later, 34 likes. I did say I was popular. I inbox everyone, most of them were just people I talk to and sometimes hang out with around town or played a sport with, those conversations didn't last long though. Some of them were my close friend group, all saying they’re going to die without me. I feel even worse! How can I just leave my friends that I’ve had since I was born! This is shit! 

I notice one inbox that stood out to me the most, it was Bryce DDJ. Umm what? What is he doing inboxing me? Yes I know we've been friends longer than any other person I know, but it’s just weird. He’s like the kind of person you call a friend, but isn't really one. It's just easier to say they are, rather then saying, 'Our mums have been best friends since primary school, and we've just grown up together, but in no way, shape or form is he my friend!' It kind of feels weird, we've never talked over inbox. Actually that’s a lie, we have, but it’s mostly if our Mums want to meet up or come for tea. 

My friends always wonder how I could dislike him so much, why he gets on my nerves. I always tell them that we weren't born to be with each other. We do get along, but sometimes it’s a fine line. If Bryce was ever in trouble, where he needed someone to be there for him, he could always count on me! Yes, I say all these things but he is like family. There was a point in my life where everyone thought we liked each other. I swear, I wanted to stab everyone in the throat whenever they went on and on about it; he was the one that made me think so badly. He kept being a prick, and telling everyone the opposite. 

"Hey, I see your moving. That sucks!!" His 'text' talk was always an annoying factor of his, no matter how much I tried to tell him he needs to learn proper English he just wouldn't listen.

"Hi, umm yeah I am. Why does that suck for you though?" 

"Your my oldest lamest, bitchiest, smartest friend, that I happened to dis all the time!" Did I mention he’s a gentleman?

"THANKS A LOT YOU ASSHOLE!" I wrote that in caps lock, but I had a smile on my face, odd?

"Haha, thanks. Do you want to meet up at the Rocket Rock? I know our family are gonna have tea together but???" 

Oh my god, this night just keeps getting weirder and weirder! What do I do? We've never hung out just on our own. What do we do, what do we say? "Umm, yeah I guess so. I think we leave in 2 weeks. You’re my only friend down here, so yeah okay. :)" What did I just say?!

"Great! Meet at 11? Might go for a surf first tho, that alright?" I wish I could see his face when he’s sending these, it would give me better judgment of the situation. 

"Sure. I’ll meet you there instead. Got to go. Bye!" I logged out and went to bed. I wanted to get as much sleep as I could get.

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END OF PART ONE OF TWO.