London Bridge

Chapter 1

Looking at my reflection deep into the soft, melow water every sunday mornings. My mother used to pick me up from my dance classes. It was one of the usual walks at the london bridge when I noticed a boy. From his brown untidy hair till his shabby shoes. His laces being dragged in the pool of mud and along the pavement as he walked towards my direction. He was quiet handsome for his age.

His plump cheeks, green eyes, pink lips and a dimple spotted on its right cheek. He looked around 7 years old, 2 years older than me. He kept staring down the bridge, his mum keeping his small palms in her hands, warm. Her mother was as beautiful as he was. Same eyes, same pointed nose but he was more plump. 

He turned his head towards me, my light brown eyes meeting his ingenuous green eyes. He smiled showing the 2 molars were missing from the front. He waved at me from the other hand.I felt myself smiling and waving at him too.I could feel something twisting inside my stomach, but I was too young to agnize this feeling. The feeling that makes you feel in heaven but  still feeling being tortured like hell. The feeling in which you know how to swim but yet you drown. The feeling in which you live but die every single day.

The flashback ends as my mother barges into my room, "Christy are you awake?" " Oh! glad to see you have woken up early!" " Mom please.." I rolled my eyes and tugged myself under the blanket once again. "Christy! wake up!" My mother shook me from my half sleep. "No!" I sqeaked from under the blanket. My mother removed the blanket from my face. I sqeezed my eyes as the sunlight passing from the window blinded me for a while. 

"Fine.. ughhh" I pulled out the blanket and rolled myself out of my bed. I walked downstairs, my flip- flops making a thumping sound everytime a went down through a stair.It was cold so I put on my mum's  maroon coloured harvard university sweat shirt above my black tank top and grey sweat pants. I put the hoodie on to cover my messy hair.

I took out the milk carton and my favourite cereal. I mixed them in my orange bowl and sat down next to my dad. He was reading his newspaper intently. "Good morning sweetheart." He greeted me with his eyes on his paper, his eyeballs moving with the top article of the second page of the paper. " Morning dad" I said my eyes on the bowl.

The awkwardness in the air was broken by the sound of my mother's hollering at charlie. " stop it charlie! I said stop it! do-don't you dare touch that! it's very expensive! " That instant, I knew what was going to happen next." Christy!!" My mother called out at top of her voice. "Coming!! " I replied and walked up to her room. 

I could see my mother getting dressed up for work whilst charlie was sitting there on the bed, a necklace piece drooping from his mouth and the other in my mother's hand. I could not help myself but let myself chuckle under my breath as I approached towards charlie. I took out the piece out of his mouth and patting his head gently. "I told you to keep away this stupid dog. see what he has done..God I am so late!" She hollered at me whilst she corrected her hair that messed up in the fight. " Don't call him that!" I snapped at my mother for accusing charlie for her tardiness. she sat in front of her dressing table applying a dark coloured red lipstick. "Listen, I don't want to start in the morning christy so please." She spoke as she glared at me from the mirror.

"Yeah right, if I was the one who started to howl at top of her voice." I started walking towards the door. "Don't you dare reply back to me!" I rolled my eyes and took charlie in my hands and shut the door. I could hear her speak violently about my behaviour behind the closed door.I put charlie down as he roamed around my chair. I went to my seat, resuming to eat again my bowl of cereal. " All good?" My dad interrogated me just like he does everyday in his office."Yep. Mother is really having a bad morning." I smiled at him and he did the same.

My mother came out of the room after 15 minutes in a rush." Honey, I will be waiting in the car.Bye christy! lock the door properly! " she said as she descended down the stairs. "whatever.."I replied. "I am coming!" He said while looking at his watch. He grabbed his suitcase and laptop. "Bye..darling" He said kissing me at my forehead. " Bye dad.." I murmured. I closed the door shut and put my bowl in the sink for a wash. I'll wash them later, my lazy mind said. 

I hopped onto the sofa and switched on the television. I skipped channels and stopped on HBO on which my favourite movie The Avengers was coming.I was never interested in cliched love stories that levels up the hopes for stupid love.I aways had boyish style. I used to prefer jeans and shirt instead of skirts and dresses in my childhood. I used to watch Pokemon instead of winx club, I used to play with beyblades and yoyos with boys instead of barbie dolls with girls and I used to play football and cricket at the age of 6 when every other used to enjoy their ballet and contemporary classes. I guess I was always the kind of person, the society would describe as ' Tom boy' . 

A person who was mostly invisible to the world except my dad, my friend Ana and charlie. They were my only world until then.