bittersweet life

Chapter two

Chapter two:

So to tell you something about myself: I was born in january 1998, so I'm 16 at the moment.

My mum gave me the name Anna-marie Jones, but everybody just calls me Anna and I go to 10th grade with my best friend Jonas.

We're actually in my room at the moment, just lying on the ground and talking about what comes to our minds, when my mum knocks at my door.

"May I come in, honney?", she asks and opens the door before I could respond. I mean I got nothing against her entering my room, but she could at least have waited for my answer.

"Well you're already in, so what's up?", I ask sitting up from my position.

"Jonas, your mother just called, and she wants you to go home now."

"No problem Ms Jones.", says Jonas with a warm smile and starts gathering his things together.

After my mum left the room, I start to look a little closer at the boy that I have known for about 11 years. His dark brown hair falls into his eyes, and I remember when we used to cut it short on our own while playing hair dresser, when we were little kids. Now I don't even reach his nose with my height. He looks over to me and I can see right through his choclat brown eyes, see his loving and caring soul, and suddenly I feel bad for what I have to tell him before he goes home again. So to bring it over with, I start talking:

"Jonas?"

"Hmmm?", he humms while still packing his bagpack.

"Jonas, I'm moving to my dad. The whole way to cleveland."

Suddenly he stopped moving and I don't trust my voice enough to talk anymore. He then turns around and goes straight to hugging me tight to his chest.

Realising that I won't be able to do this when I move away, I beginn to sob into his broad shoulders.

"Sssh, it's okay, that's no reason to cry, now is it?", he smothes.

We stand like this for a long time, but still not long enough, before he lets go of me, and we lay down on my bed, my head on his stomach.

He waits patiently for me to open up to him, and I'm, once more, reminded of why he is my best buddy.

"It was my mum's idea, you know? ", I asked without expecting an answer.

"She wants me to move from australia to cleveland. She didn't even tell me why...", I resumed. Still he's silently listening. "I bet there isn't even a real reason! I bet she just doesn't want to see me anymore!", I confess, raising my voice, but still starring at the ceiling.

At this point the lump in my throat was replaced by anger. Anger towards my mum,  but Jonas interrupts my thoughts: "God anna, stop being ridiculous! You're beautiful! There's no way in hell that your mum would send you away, just so she doesn't have to see you anymore.", he laughed and hugged me from behind.

But his words didn't help one bit...

So I reminded him of his mum Angie and he cursed under his breath.

"You know", he says kissing my left cheek, "this conversation isn't over yet. K?"

I just nod as he stands up and moves his ass out of my room. I hear his footsteps on his way up the stairs, until he's at our house-door calling bye to everyone, meaning me, my mum Danielle and my dog Ben.

It's already 8 pm when I look at the black clock in the corner of my little room, and it starts getting dark outside. It starts raining and I think about how the rain represents my mood: gray and cold.

Cause I think god is crying everytime it rains, I think that everytime somebody does something bad, God sends raindrops, that are showing his dissapointment in us.

Getting tired of my suddenly too tinny room, I run up the stairs and shout on my way out:" I'll be back in 10 minutes!", before I step outside into the cold, dark night.

I feel the rain on my nacked arms, feel my problems drown in the rain, feel the rain taking away my sorrows.

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