(This a translation from my first fanfic on here- I made it a non-fanfiction this time around)
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Nicole was a great student with a terrible school life but still managed to live life.
Ryan was her disaster, he was everything and nothing t...
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As I was leaving school to go home, I felt someone stop beside me and when I looked to the feet of that person, I realized that they were too small to be Ryan's but even smaller than mine, and I only knew somebody with feet that small.
Joanne.
I turn the music playing in my earphones louder and start walking faster, since I didn't want to talk to her, not after today.
When I finally made it home, I called for somebody, anybody really, but no sound was heard.
I walked up the stairs left my bag on top of my bed and went to my bathroom, looking away from the mirror because I didn't want to see the disaster that was my face.
I take a quick shower to get rid of the days dirt and hurt. Showers or baths really help with the pain.
When I leave the shower I look at my body and luckily my stomach was only bruised and nothing seemed to be broken.
Without leaving the bathroom yet, I put on my cosy pj's and left my room when my mom called me from downstairs.
"I made you lasagne"- My mom states.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I already ate, don't worry about it."
That's my moms usual answer... sometimes it's the truth sometimes she lies. I don't think she knows that I know but I'm not going to tell her either.
I ate a bit, before deciding I didn't want anything else. I warned my mom and went back to my room.
I turned on my computer and put music on to distract myself and my mom from my bad mood. That only managed to work a few minutes because she ended up knocking on my door, sniffling.
"Mom?"- I call out for her
"I-I'm sorry, I uh I have something to tell you"
"Mom, you are scaring me..."- I answer honestly.
"Uhm... Do you remember your sisters? Of course you do! Idiot me!"- She represses herself right away.
Let me clarify, I have two older sisters that decided to stay in Portugal with my dad after my parents divorced and we haven't talked to them since then.
"Well, your dad just called... He reported them missing, nobody knows where they are"- She continues still trying to control her sobs
"Mom, you have to understand my point of view... From this side, it feels like they went missing a long time ago, I mean, I can't tell you one fact about them. Of course I care, but I'm just scared for you..."- I try to explain.
"You know, I get it, I do, but they are still your sisters and I think we should go back home and find them ourselves"
"C'mon, you know what I went through in that place! The memories hurt too much!" *Flashback #2*
"I know honey, I know! But I need you for this"
"Okay, but let me see what happens this year. If something does happen during the year, we will go."
After this long ass conversation, she left me alone and I end up falling asleep.
