Dedicated to Reekles because I just loved her characters in The Kissing Booth. You should all check it out :D
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As I lay gazing up at my bedroom ceiling, for the first time that day Nate was not my sole focus. Instead my thoughts drifted to my parents. They were never around. Just a phone call here or a text there, but they never actually wanted to spend any time with my brother and me, or so it seemed. Sure they loved us unconditionally, that much I knew, but weren’t parents supposed to love their children anyway? It was kind of part of the job description.
My mind shifted back to when Trent and I were kids. Back then mum didn’t have a job, she stayed at home looking after us kids. Dad was still an editor, but in those days he was far less busy than he seemed to be lately. We had always been a tight-knit family. I was your typical daddy’s girl, while Trent was the apple of my mother’s eye. Trent and I got on like a house on fire and my parents were totally and utterly in love. Some might say we were the perfect family. For a while that was somewhat true, we kind of were. We laughed and joked around together, we went on family days out, life was great.
That is up until I turned twelve. That was the year everything seemed to go bad, the year my life was turned upside down. They say bad things come in threes, but up until then I hadn’t believed in such superstitions, up until then I had no reason to think it true.
On my twelfth birthday, things started to go downhill. As was the norm, my parents had thrown me a party, much to my displeasure. I was in my I’m-too-cool-for-this phase, and the thought of a kiddie party really did not sit well with me. All my friends had been invited and I just knew I’d be labeled the lame kid who had a bouncing castle and a clown for her twelfth birthday! Only little kids had parties like that, not twelve year olds! Despite my constant moaning and complaining, my parents hadn’t given in and let me just have a sleepover like I’d wanted. No, the show must go on.
When the day came around I was less than impressed. It had been just as bad as I had imagined, worse even. The house was decorated with more pink decorations than I thought humanly possible. Streamers, balloons, piñatas, tablecloths – you name it, we had it, all in one shade of pink or another. It was so embarrassing! How could my parents do that to me? It got worse, however, when they revealed a slideshow of baby pictures that were going to be shown all through the party. I distinctly remember thinking ‘Someone just kill me now!’
At the age of twelve, you think something like a bit of social embarrassment is the end of the world. I learned pretty quickly that some silly little party would be the least of my worries that day.
My friends arrived and the party got underway. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, regardless of the ridiculous nature of the event. But I couldn’t shake my bad mood, especially with the absence of my best friend, Lee. He and I had been friends since we were toddlers. We did everything together, told each other everything and were always there for one another. I knew he had the same opinion on this party as I had, but that was no reason for him not to show up. He was supposed to be my best friend and I thought we were in this together. Clearly not…
As all the guests stood singing Happy Birthday to me, the door burst open, my aunt bolting through the door and over to my mum. Her face was red and blotchy, tears staining her face. I had never seen her so upset. The room grew quiet, as my birthday song faded to silence, the only sound Aunt Karen’s loud wailing.
“Th-They’re g-gone”, She choked out through her sobs.
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