My soulmate is 20 years dead

Cold breezes and uncanny timming

I made sure no one was home, checked for Mum, Dad, Danny or any un-welcome guests. I made sure my door was shut, blinds closed, then I sat in my bed, and cried.

It's not everyday someone would witness me crying, in fact it would be Incredibly rare. Public crying is for attention seekers or trouble makers, no one truly upset wants to make a spectical of themselves, and the truth is, I have no real reason to be upset. I have a cushy, comfortable life, with an upper middle class family with slightly astranged parents who don't often express their love, but love me none the less. I have a lot of work from school, but so did everyone in senior year- it's meant to be stressful, a way of preparing us for the real world. I had great friends, and no shortage of them, with only the occasional rumour or back talk to get me down. Some would say I have it pretty good, except for the past few weeks, I've been coming home miserable. People's talk drains my energy, the smallest thing aggravates me, I feel my life is over with one bad grade, and there seems to be no end to it, but no way would I tell anybody. They would say I'm faking depression, that I am an spoilt attention seeker with nothing better to do. I'm not that person. I know enough of them to ever become one, and so I sit here on my bed, crying about life in general until hopefully, I will fall asleep.

Around 6, the sound of a door slamming woke me up from my depressive slumber. A cold shiver came over my body, and I realised I must have kicked my blankets of in my sleep. Peeping out my blinds, I saw Mums car was home, which meant she was back from Danny's football practice. After checking my face, re applying mascara and throwing my brown lengthy and incredibly knotty hair into a birds best bun, I scrambled downstairs to greet them

"KAE!" Danny yelled as I slid down the staircase railing

"DANNAY !" I screamed back as I fell of the end and toppled right into my 9 year old little brother "so, how was practice?" I asked, pulling both him and me off the ground

" meh, I think I'm getting to old for it, my team mates are so immature," he sighed which enticed a laugh from me

"Danny your 9, I have to put up with your immaturity every day," I laughed, walking up to Mum in the kitchen

" Want any help?" I asked ask I saw her struggling with the grocery bags. As a proud woman, naturally she had to carry all the shopping in one load, with 5 bags hanging from one hand, four from the other, resulting in a bag of carrots and a shampoo Boyle toppling to the ground.

"No thank-you Kae, are you here for dinner tonight ?" She asked, knowing that I was supposed to be going to Josh's tonight, but also knowing how much of a flake he is

" shouldn't be," I replied, remembering that I would have to get ready and walking upstairs again.

Deciding that all my clothes are hideous and that I am a hippo, I ended up just wearing my high wasted skinny jeans, my lose fitting "federation" jumper and chucks. It wouldn't matter what I was wearing to Josh, he was gayer than the gayest gay could be, but his brother on the other hand... Let's just say I applied an extra coat of mascara knowing he would be at Josh's. I couldn't be bothered greating Josh when I heard his car pull in to pick me up, instead, I stared at myself in the small face mirror on my desk , willing myself to be prettier, till I felt his cold hand on my back.

"Let's...go ?" I trailed off mid sentence and I turned around and there was no one there. The door then opened and Josh's smiling face appeared

" woman you better hurry up, my mums cooking honey roasted carrots especially" Josh glared. I shook of the feeling of the hand and followed him back to his car