Let it go ~Book One~

Let it go

Chapter 1  

 Let it go.  

 That was all that I could think since he gave me this. This bear, I’m wondering why he gave it to me in the first place. Because after that he left me, he left me without a care in the world. He left me to take all of what this cruel world would throw at me, alone.

 If you’re wondering who I am my name is Aglaia my name is Greek meaning beauty and splendor. I’m fifteen going on sixteen and if you’re wondering who I’m talking about...Well he's a man I never knew.... You know that makes him sound like a creeper... okay so he's a guy I never knew. He’s a mystery I don’t even know his name. All I do know is that he used to make this world bearable, until he left leaving this stupid teddy bear in his absence.

 The teddy bear has light brown fur and brown eyes that seem to consume me. Around its scrawny little neck is a sharp black and white stripped bow tie. A freaking bow tie! He should know I hate sappy, sentimental things like this. Attached to the bear’s paw is a small crisp note that reads- “I’ll be back darling.” That’s all it said.

 Is this some creepy joke? Is this real? Is he real?  Well, he has to be real if he left me a medium sized charming teddy bear and an enamored note with astonishingly fetching handwriting for a man... my bad...guy. 

 I pushed that entire ordeal aside; I looked down at the teddy bear once more before putting it on my bed. My bedroom isn’t what you would call “girly.” It has colors from blue to black. My clothes on the other hand are kind of girly, if you could say that. I only wear this stuff to give my mom that ease of knowing that I’m not Goth.

  I’m not I just like to wear dark colors like navy blue, rubicund, grey, black etc. But my mom thinks it’s close enough. I listen to rock music like Linken Park, Skillet, and Evanesence just the usual stuff. But my mom insists that I’m gothic and that her counselor says that I should embrace it.

They just don’t understand, you know when your parents don’t listen to you and they make up their own problem and solution? Well yeah that’s my mom. I don’t have a dad, he ran out on us when I was four. But I’ll talk about him later. 

Pulling me out of my thoughts a voice calls. “Aglaia, it’s time for school. Get up!” My mom yelled from downstairs.

I looked to the door then stood up. “I’ll be right there.”

“Don’t miss your bus!” She called back.

 “Don’t worry I won’t” I quickly checked myself in the mirror, brushed my thick chocolaty brown striking hair and then ran downstairs, grabbed an apple from the island in the kitchen and then ran out of the door. The bus was just about to leave so I ran faster. I looked in the rear view mirror of the bus and saw the bus driver look at me, then smirk. He accelerated the bus. It pulled off fairly quickly but I couldn’t miss this bus.

  I watched the bus turn the corner. As it turned right I ran after the bus, I could see the kids looking at me putting the windows down to say hi. My hand hit my face as I yelled at them to make the bus stop, the students acted as if they couldn’t hear me. As I was running it felt like I was out of my own skin.