Fragile *Complete*

When Alex set out to find her long lost brother, she never guessed he'd be famous. But can she get him to remember her, that tiny blank in his childhood memory? Or will his life prove too much of a distraction?


2. The Decision

When my alarm clock went off at 6:00 A.M., I was already wide awake. I rolled out of bed, walked across my room, and silenced the incessant beeping. Looking in my mirror, I saw how awful I looked... Great. I trudged into the bathroom, not ready to go to school again. I just kept telling myself that it was Friday. I could get through today, and then it would be Christmas break. 

I looked in the mirror again, trying to decide how to make myself look less frightening. I took a cold wet wash cloth and wiped my face, waking me up fully. I stared at the reflection of my eyes; the only good thing about me. They were a deep aqua, with just a hint of green in them, and I loved them. I applied a couple of swipes of mascara, a beige eye shadow, and a bit of chap-stick. Now onto my hair. I had brown hair, with just a few natural waves, that fell down just below my rib cage, and it looked great! Just, not on me. I grabbed a hair-band and threw my long locks into a high ponytail. Off to the closet. I looked around and found a pair of jeans, these'll do. Next I found a cream off the shoulder sweatshirt, and coupled it with a chocolate brown tank-top. I looked at my phone, CRAP! I was going to be late, AGAIN! I threw on my brown flats and ran out of the house, grabbing my bag on the way out. 

I fumbled around looking for my keys, unlocked my car, and jammed them into the ignition. I was practically speeding down the road. I pulled up just as first bell rang. Maybe I would make it! I ran through the halls, on my way to English, when I ran into Courtney. Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse. 

"Where do you think you're going?" I really didn't have time for this. 

"English," I mumbled. 

"Is that right? Well, you're going to be a little late today," she said as she slammed me up against the wall. "I saw you and my boyfriend talking! What did he say to you?!" Don't fan the flames, don't fan the flames, don't fan the flames. 

"He told me to get lost," I said, even though that's NOT what he said. 

"Well then do it," she screamed at me. She let me go, just as the second bell rang. I ran into English and quickly took my seat by Angelica, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice my tardiness. 

"Right," Ms. Adembaugh said, turning around. "You are to write a five page paper on a dream you have. I don't mean a goal or an aspiration, but a dream, the kind you have when you're asleep." She said the last part a little more slowly, so the jocks could keep up. I quietly laughed to my self, then processed what she said. I didn't have any dreams, just the one, and I couldn't write about that. Could I? No. No, then everyone would make fun of me, well more so than usual. I'd have to make one up. Fantastic, I was sooo great at making things up, and lying. I was pro at that. NOT! "This assignment will be do the day we return from break."

The bell rang and I went to my next class, then the next, then the next. I had managed to fill my schedule so much that I didn't have an off period, or a lunch. By the time I got to my last class, I was like a robot, going through the motions. When the final bell rang, I ran out to my car and drove home. 

As I went through the day, I couldn't help but feel a resolve build in me. It wasn't until I got home that I realized what it was. I started packing my suitcase. 

I needed my brother, and I needed him now, and I was going to find him. 

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