Spring Affairs

Chapter 1 -Aimee-

「CHAPTER 1」

AIMEE

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"Your father, he's dead."

My father died a few weeks ago during late spring. The pastel pink & cream white petals were now turning crisp meaning that spring was slowly ending, summer soon taking its place. I stood outside of my old house and looked at the old uninhabited pond trying to remember a happier time, but I couldn't help it. There was two massive holes in my heart where both my mother and father had once belonged, missing them was just as bad as knowing I was officially an orphan (although, Grandpa offered to take me in until the age of 18).

"Aimee, darling, we need to get going soon. We'll leave at four." I nodded tugging my hair loose from my hair tie, feeling my hair cascade down my back and hitting my shoulders. Stepping closer to the pond I marvelled at my reflection. My eyes weren't as puffy as they were at the funeral although; there still were dark circles around my eyes. I hadn't been sleeping well lately which was doing harm on my body. I felt more weak and fragile. Something that I absolutely hated with a strong passion.

It was nearing 3.45 meaning it was soon time to leave my home in Bexley and heading up north to Enfield, as dramatic as it was, could life possibly get any worse? It kind of felt like I had everything and now it's all been taken away, just like that. Not a trace left behind, just memories. I held my breath as I felt someone’s presence beside me, I knew who exactly it was and annoyingly it wasn't who I'd hoped it to be.

"Get up, it's time to go." He snapped, I turned my head to the brown haired boy who was currently perching beside me, a scone smeared with red sticky jam on it in his hand, a half drunken cup of tea in the other.

"You know, you could've said that a lot nicer," I mumbled. Since Peeta got here a few days ago he had been annoying the hell out of me and no matter how hard I tried me wouldn't stop annoying me. You'd think he'd be a little sympathetic after knowing that my father had died less than a month ago, but no, not Peeta Chapsbourgh, it wasn't in his nature. I thought bitterly to myself, I couldn't help it, his mere presence annoyed me, I was the girl who liked everyone but there was just something about him that bugged me.

"You know, I don't care," He said mockingly before shoving what was left of the scone in his mouth and sipped the tea. "Now grab your coat already. It's almost an hour by train."

Glaring at him I stood up, if there was one thing that I hated, it was being in London when it's dark. Although it was still spring and summer was slowly beginning to creep its way in, I still hated being out on the streets late. In all honesty, I'd rather stay snuggled up reading something or talking to a friend maybe even watching a stupid romantic comedy than be outside. It's like being a small child on Halloween, kind of frightening the first time you experience it (minus the sweets).

I trudged in the house letting my pastel pink summer dress flow as I walked, my hair falling carelessly onto my waist. I hadn't bothered to brush it this morning, just merely combed my fingers through my long hair, cleaned my face and shrugged on my clothes. "Aimee, you ready dear?" Grandpa asked as he saw me pulling on my faded jean jacket on. I nodded simply grabbing hold of my oyster card/purse & shoved them in my pocket a weak smile on my face as I turned to face him.

"Good, Peeta?" He called just as Peeta walked in, throwing his arm around my shoulder a boyish grin on his face. I shuddered shrugging his arm off me almost ready to hit him. "Come on kids, let's go." Grandpa chuckled pulling out his iPod. Yes, my own grandfather owned an iPod whereas I didn't, I find that very embarrassing considering he wasn't even three times my own age