Holding Out For A Hero

Holding Out For A Hero [Chapter Ten]

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Chapter Ten

Genevieve’s POV

 

            With the local radio station playing loud in my new room, my suitcase was propped open on my bed. On the far wall there was a dresser and even though it wasn’t empty, I had taken all the remaining bits of clothing out and packed them in a box, pushing it to the back of my closet.

            All the drawers of the dresser were pulled open. Flicking my eyes between my suitcase and the drawers, I slowly realized how little I had brought with me. Was I a wandering hobo with my four pairs of jeans? Even better, was I crazy? I wasn’t used to the Texan heat like people who had lived in the state for their whole lives; I’d die from heat stroke in jeans.

            Luckily Aunt Harriet had offered to take me shopping, and I still had some lasting money. I desperately needed a whole new wardrobe. The idea of a complete change brought me happiness. I was trying to put as much distance between my old and life and my new one as I possibly could.

            Grabbing the photo album that laid nestled underneath my packed panties, I popped it open to the first page and fell back on my bed. The last matter of business in putting my old life behind was the photo album.

            The first page brought a wave of tears to my eyes. Avalon’s smiling face shot through to my heart, breaking it all over again. The first picture was us, the last picture we had taken together. We were laying on the beach sun tanning when Jolie whipped out a camera.

Avalon had grabbed my neck and squashed my cheek against hers grinning like a maniac. Just in time I had pulled a silly face, my tongue lolling out with my eyes crossed. In that moment not only had Jolie caught me and my best friend acting silly, but she caught happiness.

I smiled in misery and scanned my eyes over the other two pictures on the page. Both of which Avalon and I. The rest of the album would be similar to that. However there would be some family and baby pictures mixed in.

The three pictures on the first page were my favourites. That’s why I had chosen them as the opening page. The second picture was Avalon and I at a rock concert. A band I can’t even remember now, but back then when we were twelve, was Avalon’s favourite. We were dressed in skinny jeans with flip flops wearing the matching band shirts. Avalon and I had our tongues out Stones style and our hands up in the rock salute.

The final one was Avalon and I as kids. No older then five we sat face to face, legs crossed in the middle of a field. We were fighting smiles and trying our hardest not to look at the camera. I could hear my mother in the background yelling at us to keep a straight face.