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S6 Chapter 2

LILA MARTIN

TIME: OCTOBER/10TH GRADE

It's been two months ever since the party that I met my prince. I've been able to figure out who he is- Christian Callahan, a seventeen year old senior. Captain of the lacrosse team and heir of one of the biggest tech corporations here in Shadow Creek called Callahan Industries.

Without a doubt in my mind, he's the one I've been looking for all my life. But despite this.. I haven't been able to bring myself to approach him. I see him around school sometimes. Now that I know who he is, he's hard to miss. He's always surrounded by friends, plenty of them being girls.

He probably doesn't remember me at this point.

Trying to gather the courage to go up and speak to him has been difficult because of how busy I've been, too. Ever since I helped April sneak out, I've been trying my best to repair my relationship with my father. He has no idea that I lied, but I can't help the guilt it still makes me feel.

At least on the bright side, my relationship with April has improved. We aren't as close as we used to be, but she's a lot nicer to me now. I think with mother passing.. it made her a lot more reluctant to continue lashing out.

Every time I think about my mother not being around anymore, I do my best to distract myself. It's a reality that I still don't want to accept although I know it to be true.

But there's nothing that I can do. All I can do is keep studying, reading, choir and baking. The latter being the one that makes me feel closer to her.

I wish there was a way that I could visit my mother in Heaven. But, as it turns out, she didn't end up there. My father has always told me that it's a gamble- some end up in Heaven, Hell, purgatory, or simply disappear.

My mother is truly no longer part of this world. Her soul vanished after she passed.

Knowing that, I do my best to keep up the routine. If I don't, then I find myself spiraling down the hole of grief. It's all been bleak and boring, a colorless life filled with endless grey and misery.

Meeting Christian two months ago.. he brought back the color to my life.

He treated me with kindness and complimented me.

He has to be my prince.

If only I wasn't so useless. I can't even bring myself to speak with him.

. . .

It was after school and all my other classmates had already left the choir room. The teacher had left to use the bathroom as I packed up my music sheets into my backpack.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. I turned to see who it was, my heart doing a flip when my eyes settled onto them.

It's.. it's my prince!

He looked around before his gaze landed on me. There was an expression on his face that I couldn't decipher. Perhaps he's thinking?

Does he recognize me? What is he doing here, anyway?

He's not apart of choir.