The following day was a cold drear Saturday morning - common in the town of Featherstone , England. I sat up , unusually cold , noticing that my window was open , letting in a cold draft. That was when the memory of the previous night hit me like a wrecking ball.
"Oh my Poseidon!" I gasped. I looked back at how naïve I was , going to his house and talking as if we were old friends. Friends....that was a word I had not used for a while. I found a fanboy : someone who likes screamo and rock music , loves mythology and reads the same books I do. Snap out of it Sirena, I scolded myself, remembering what happened the last time I opened up to someone. I shoved down the painful memories before they consumed me.
"Sirena!!! Time for breakfaaaasst !" my mom called from downstairs. I hurriedly flung myself out of bed , threw open my door and took one big noseful of the smokey turkey bacon. My stomach growled like a hungry bear starved for weeks. It was probably weeks ago when I last had a proper meal anyways. Oh well. I scurried down the stairs to find a plate of a delicious omeltte topped of with , of course , turkey bacon. I dug in greedily , but it was gone too fast.
"Remember , it's your turn to do the groceries today," mom reminded.
That sent me hurrying upstairs to brush my teeth and detangle the nest that was my hair . After giving up , I whipped it inot a messy bun and shoved on my gray hoodie , black jeans and Converse. That was me ready for the day. I grabbed my wallet and my phone and started to go but , for some reason , I found myself pausing at my window. I had closed it before I went downstairs but I peered throught the foggy glass to see his drawn curtains. A weird feeling flowed through me. I had no idea what it was. I let my feet carry me out of the house as I pondered this.
Suddenly , I figured it out. I realised what I was feeling. Something I had felt countless times before....
......disappointment....
But there was something else too.
Longing.
