Not the Same

As a child, she had an easy life. A family that loved her, classmates that admired her, and friends that cherished her. After her older sister's death and her best friends' sudden move out of the city, nothing felt the same for her, both physically and mentally. Growing up, she learned how to hide her pain behind her smile. 9 years later, sixteen year old Carter Smith is excited for her friends to come back. But with a new school year comes new classmates. Will the new guys who call themselves JML change how she feels about the friends she has now?
please be warned that this is my first fanfic so... hope you like it :) COPYRIGHT (c)

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1. Coming Home

 

Waking up was always one of the hardest things to do. It was the start of another day. Beep, beep, beep! went the sound my alarm clock. Turning over to the left side of the bed, I reached to press the snooze button. It's 7 o'clock, too early to wake up after a two months of 1 a.m. bedtimes. As i open my eyes, all I can think about was the dream that's been lingering in my thoughts for the past 9 years. Although it may be a new day, it was always the same dream. The image of a car, a soccerball in the middle of the road, a scared little girl, and a piercing scream of a little boy is always how it ends. Although I've become use to this so-called dream, i can never remember who these people are and why it's all my subconscious can think of.  

            “Hey, I saw that! Now hurry up and get dressed into your uniform, Carter. It’s the first day of school!” said my mother standing at your bedroom door.

            “Ok mom. I’m coming,” I said back to her. Although I loved her with all my heart, the only time I can’t stand her was when she told me to wake up. And what was there to wake up to? Meeting new set of Populars who’ll end up dominating everything and everyone at school? Finding out what everyone did during the summer? Talking about who started dating who during the break? Lazily, I got up and sat in front of the mirror beside my bed. Picking up my hairbrush on the dresser with one hand, I started brushing my long, dark brown hair. It was the same shade as my eyes. Looking through the window beside the , the sky glows a light shade of pink mixed with orange. I can see the sunrise peeking throught the hilltops.I walked towards the closet across the room to once again see my Toronto South High School uniform I haven’t seen after two months hanging on the handle. I guess mom put it there while I was sleeping this morning. As I put on my navy double blue plaid kilt, French blouse, Navy blue knee-high socks and navy blue bow, that’s when I thought of it- the thing to look forward to. I could feel a smile slowly creeping across my face.

            Running down the stairs, I could feel a rush of energy flow through my veins. Without even thinking, I nearly missed the turn and almost bump into the wall.

            “Good morning mom. What a lovely day it is today!” I exclaimed as I rushed into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. As I entered, mom was already packing lunch for me and my brother.

            “Good morning to you too, sweetie. Are you excited for your first day of school? You’re awfully hyper this morning,” Mrs. Smith asked her daughter.

            “Of course she is! Her heart is going to explode just with the thought of them coming back to town,” said Callum. Every time I look at him, it amazes me how similar we look. We both have big eyes, full lips, dark, thick hair and a smile that crooks on the left side the exact same way.

            “Oh shut up Callum. Why can’t you be a good big brother and ignore me like all the other ones do?” I responded. But it didn’t matter. Nothing could take off the smile plastered on my face.

            “I can’t help it. Your life just fascinates me so much,” he replied sarcastically with both hands placed on his chin. Getting up, he grabbed his knapsack and made his way towards the door.

            “Whatever. Mom, we’re going to school now!” I yelled.

            “Wait! Let me fix your uniform,” said my mom, “Aw, look at this, my little girl is growing up so fast. In two years, you’re going to graduate.” Looking into my eyes, I could see tears starting to pool.

            “Hey. How about the son that’s going to graduate this year? Did you forget about him?” said Callum while putting on his shoes.

            “Don’t worry, mom. I’ll always be your little girl,” I replied cupping my mom’s face into my hands. After putting on my school shoes, I stare at the picture of the 10 year old girl on the counter near the front door. She has the same features as Callum and I, except her significantly lighter hair. Hey sis, I said to her in my head. It's the first day of school. You're going to watch out for me right? Feeling my throat begin to tighten, I close the door.

  As Callum and I walked out of the house, I forget the feelings I came out with. I could feel my heartbeat slowly picking up speed. Hopefully, with you here with me, things will go back to how they used to be. Or, at least, as close to to how it was before.

 

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