Take My Hand - Pure Heart sequel (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4- Melissa

Chapter 4: Melissa

       Mona and me were really close friends now, even though we've just met a week ago. Mona is really outgoing and has lots of friends around the school as I've seen. Everytime when I walked with her to a class, she'd meet at least one person to wave to in the hall. But, even so, I don't know, I felt as if, I don't know, as if she thought of me as one of her best friends. I don't think I'm being conceited, and I know that the first couple of days I didn't look like the best person someone would want to talk to, but she did talk to me. There must be a reason to that, right? 

     But who cares if she didn't think of me as her best friend, all that mattered was that she didn't change the way she treated me, at least until I get over this sad part of my life. Mona was utterly happy all the time, which made me happy. It was just an effect she had on me. I'd wait for the classes she had with me, just like when I was younger when I ran for the stories. 

       I lay on my bed thinking of when Mona took Alex to "talk." She looked an awful serious, which kind of scared me. Mona wasn't the serious type of person. I wonder what she had to say to him. And also the way her head just fell on the lunch table all of sudden, it was extremely strange. First, she was talking to me, then, she turned to look at Alex, and then in a split second her head was on the table as if she was crying. Mona wasn't the type to cry either. Strange, but not any of my business, even though I should be concerned. 

       I still lay on my bed, but now, for some reason, I couldn't think of anything to think of. I was just sleeping there staring up at the ceiling. I noticed chipped pieces and cracks up there. I just stared at them, and stared, and stared, and star-ugh!!!  

       I jumped up out of my bed and speed walked out of my booring room. 

       Walking down the stairs, I noticed the ketchup stain on the wall from when I accidently jammed my fries on the wall. I laughed at the silly memory. It was only a couple of years ago, when I came back from school and I was quite pissed because I had gotten a failing grade on my test. So I don't know I couldn't stand looking at anyone, even grandma. She tried her best to comfort me, trying to calm me down even though she had no idea what was making me extremely upset.  

        But still, I couldn't stand her. She wasn't bothering me, but at the same time she was. I don't know if that makes any sense. I took the fries she had fried and headed up toward my room. Grandma told me not to take any food anywhere but the kitchen, but I didn't listen, and it ended up in a grandma chasing me up the stairs, and a plate of fries up on the wall.  

        I laughed, remembering that day. I think that was the first time I had ever upset grandma... 

        I headed toward the kitchen to whip myself something to eat. I opened the cabinet and got myself a box of spagatti and threw it into a pot of boiling water. I poured the salt and went to take a seat on the table. I leaned my head down on my arm and just looked around the kitchen. My eyes caught onto a picture of me and my grandma and m-before I could say mom, I was in another flashback.  

      This time I was in another room--not the living room, but My room. Princesses decorated the closets and Barbies were on the carpet. It was so pink! Everything was some sort of a shade of the girls color.  

        The blankets were a dark pink, the curtains were a hot pink, the wall was a light pink! Wow, big change I thought to myself. My walls were still pink but all my furniture was different now. From the end of the color spectrum to the other, that's what my room looked like. 

        Grandma was sitting on a rocking chair next to my bed. I was tucked into my dark pink blanket, and I had the same exact look that I had always had when I heard grandma's stories.