This Place We Call Home (discontinued)

Chapter 7

'Ello mates. Sorry I haven't been able to update. Ya, I've been busy at school and with homework :p . Also have writers block. Hope you like this chapter! 

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As a wise man once said, "Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future." as stated by John F. Kennedy. I knew that change is how life is. Without change, we are nobody. I needed to look onto now, or into the future. Maybe now wasn't important. I needed to search for the future.

I remember sitting on my furthers lap, he chocolate brown hair tussled after working in the garage all day. He used to tell me this quote every time I worried about the past. Like the day I failed a English test in forth grade. For the whole month, all I could think about was that test, and how my grade was dropping.

My dad found me laying on my bed, my head buried under my pillow. "Go away." I mumbled, grasping my stuffed giraffe in my hands.

He sat on my bed, making it sag in the center like a crater. He knew right away that it was about that English test, which had been a month ago. His callused hand rubbed over my red hot cheek, catching the tears with his fingers.

"Your grades may have changed, but that was the past. That is over. Don't have your heads stuck in the clouds, worrying about how you will do today." He reached out to rub my hair. "Of coarse you should worry a bit about now, but what about the future? If you are stuck in the past, you will never find it."

Those words ran in my head as I trudged over to a dark apple tree, high in blossoms with a cool, soft-touch pink. "Maybe I do need to look to the future." I mumbled to myself.

The future idea was to get out of this place. To find the mysteries. Miguel was the past. Now I needed to pear into the future.

My eyes glared at that old, skinny mayor sitting by the pond. Miguel told me he was looking for a way out. But was he really?

"You." A scratchy, dry voice yelled behind me. Immediately, I knew who it was. Don't turn around. Pretend you didn't hear anything. I thought to myself.

It was a voice I hoped would never come back. She still lived here, but I wished she would stay at the cliff forever.

"You BRAT!" Siera yelled, running in front of me. Her brown hair, once curly, was now straight and dripping with seawater. Bits of seaweed adorned her body, making her what you would believe a mermiad looked like. All I could think to say was: "You liked your bath?"

Siera's nostrils flared like a bull. "You sick little BRAT! First you take my BOYFRIEND, then you abandoned me at the cliff! What was that? I almost FELL OFF THE CLIFF!" Her voiced echoed across the town, people's voices hushed and far away.

A bit of bravery rose up inside of me. "You lied. I thought you would be a friend. But all you wanted was someone who also missed him." Tears filled my tear-ducks, ready to overflow. "Why did I trust you? Why?"

Siera's eyes turned a boiling red, like hot lava. "Oh, I have payback...."

She took her straight hair, and with her fingles, starngled in and knotted it into a big tangle, almost like a birds nest. With a quick flick of her wrist, she tore most of her sleeve off, chuckling as she went.

"What..." I started to say. But I was cut off my Siera huffs.

She held her chest in fake pain, her eyes bulging out of their sockets. "Mallory...." She gasped, " Oh, Mallory, why.." She stopped to start a fake coughing fit. "Why did you try to drown me?"

This got people's attention. "What happened?" The girl with blue hair asked. "What did she do?"

Siera's face turned bright red. "She tried to make me drown." She cried. Gasped filled the air around me.