tragical romance | bryles ♡

chapter ten - "a year later."

a year had passed since my dad died. it's been a rough time but i've actually made it through it which is crazy. i was adopted into a new family.. i don't really like them but i get to work for them and they pay me so i'm not gonna complain.

i can't help but think about my old friends though, my old home.. just everything. it's hard being away from everyone, i miss them all so much.. even briar. she was a light in this world and she really helped me through a lot. i just wish that i was able to still talk to her you know? but whatever. she probably still hates me so it's fine i guess.

where i'm working currently is in my family's mine. they own this huge company thing, i don't know.. but they make a lot of money off of it so i guess it's pretty great. i just wish i could be a normal kid again.

after a long day at work i climbed into bed and looked up at the ceiling imagining what it would be like back at home..

"mom!" i yelled, she came running in.

"what now briar?" she sighed, obviously annoyed.

"it's my first day back after christmas break, i have to look amazing.. so please fix my hair," i begged.

she laughed slightly, then started doing my hair, "you're too worried about what others think my love. you look amazing no matter what, even if your hair looked like a rats nest."

"that might've worked when i was five but not anymore, i have people to impress," i started doing my makeup as she nodded.

"right, being seventeen is a lot different than being five - you've told me that twenty times today alone," she set the brush down and wrapped her arms around me.

i turned my head to look at her, "and when will you learn?"

she laughed and kissed my head softly, "go have your breakfast baby. it's all ready for you on the table."

"thanks mom, you're the best," i smiled and hugged back slightly.

it's been a year since i started school, things are going amazing. i'm basically everyone's friend which is so cool, plus i'm in sooo many clubs. my favourite, of course, is our dance club. i absolutely love just putting on ballet shoes and dancing my heart out, it's probably one of my favourite part of my days. dancing relieves so much emotion, honestly it's better than therapy.

i know what you're thinking.. what's going on with myles? let me tell you. absolutely nothing. he left and after a while i heard that he was telling lies about me when i wasn't in school? he told everyone that we had fucked and that the reason why i skipped school was because i was pregnant. asshole. anyway, point is, he's dead to me. i hate him. like sorry for your dad but don't paint me as a slut and the girl with a teenage pregnancy just because i wasn't into you. bitch.

mostly everyone forgot about that story and myles so from here on out, now that you know i'm not bringing it up ever again. the thing about school is that reputation is key. if you have a bad reputation from the start you're fucked, i'm lucky i was able to even come back from that.

after eating my breakfast, i started making my way to school. i met with all of my friends on the walk there like we always do and we made our way into the school.

i was sort of the ring leader of everything.. not to brag but i'm kind of a big deal around here. everyone knows me and everyone loves me. before you even think about it though, i'm still a virgin. i've had a few boyfriends but sex just isn't interesting to me, and when i turn guys down who just want that - it's really funny. but whatever, back on topic, i basically run the school. whatever i say goes and i kind of like having so much power. sure sometimes some people try to step up on me and act like their better but come on.. i'm dressed in designer and they're dressed in second hand. tragic.

i sat down at my desk as mrs andrews, i know she's my teacher again (sigh), passed me a note.

"this letter is for you," she shrugged and walked away.

i smiled to myself, not even famous yet and i have fanmail. look at me go.

i happily turned the envelope over to reveal the name and return address. to briar.. anne from myles? what the fuck? i quickly opened it to reveal a hand written letter from myles erlick? i'm so confused.

dear briar anne,
i hope this isn't a bad time for you to be getting a note from me but i have some news. i've been adopted into a new family and i've been working a lot.. and by doing so i've been saving up my money to go back and visit you and everyone. i have missed you all so much and i can't wait to see you. but i need somewhere to stay, would you mind asking around if anyone would mind me staying with them? thank you. you're the best.
love, myles.

that's crazy. he wants me to help him after the rumours he's spread around about me? fat. chance.

i stuffed the note in my bag and continued on with my day.