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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12. Dreams

Zelo's P.O.V.

The past few days seemed surreal. We weren't alone now. It's wasn't just us anymore. Going to school everyday was bearable.  Sitting alone in my bedroom, I blast the stereos and start rapping along with the music.

I like walking loosely,

But why do you only want straight posture.

My dream is to hold a mic and rap

But again, I grab a pen and write down math formulas today.

Yeah, things that we learn at school

Are losing dreams and always giving up

Do what you like, love what you do

Ask yourself what you want to do.

Should I tell them about this wish of mine? Will they think that it's too weird and that I won't be successful? No, they're my friends. They'll support me, right? I looked back the the computer screen to see the sign-up sheet for auditions staring back at me. 

 

Carter's P.O.V.

My father walked closer towards me, his fists curled. His eyes were full of sadness, fear and anger all mixed in one.

"IT'S. ALL. YOUR. FAULT!" he screamed. I closed my eyes, fearing for the worst. In one fast and swift motion, he released his fist only to find his hand slapped against my face. Pressed against wall, I felt tears rolling. I tried to say something, anything, but they won't come out. It's not my fault, it's not my fault. I opened my mouth, my lips forming those words. But the words won't leave my lips. I bit my bottom lip to refrain myself from screaming.

"You killed her! You're the murderer here!" he yelled. No, it's not. No, it's not. NO, IT'S NOT! The sound of sirens coming from outside ring in my ears. At least they soften the sound of my father's screaming.

"It's the police! Open up!" yelled the officer from outside pounding against the front door. No matter how hard my father tried to prevent the police from entering, it didn't work. The cops broke the door open making the everything around it seem to shatter. Approaching Mr. Barker, whom I called my father, they took out their handcuffs.

"Mr. Barker, you're arrested for the death of Stephanie Barker and for driving under influence," said the officer as he put the last cuff on him. As the two walked out of the house, for a second, a wave of relief washed over me. Watching my father leaving the house, I sat down on the floor and brought my knees towards my chin. The partner of the first officer walked towards me and bent down to look at me face to face.

"It's okay now. You don't have to cry anymore," he said as he handed me a hankerchief.

 Waking up, I found myself laying in a bed soaked with what seemed to be sweat. My heart racing from what I just dreamed, I sat up and took a sip of water which sat at my dresser. Only this wasn't a dream. I already knew the ending. I started living with my mother, Ms. Smith, for the first time after the divorce. With her was my older brother. I could feel tears starting to pool.

"Steph, I'm so sorry. It wasn't my fault. It's wasn't my fault." I whispered trying to reassure myself wrapping my arms around myself. I really didn't know. I don't remember very clearly what happened that day.  How is it my fault? How did I kill her? These are the questions I want answered. These were the words I should have said to him. Though I'm scared of falling asleep, I laid my head down on the pillow. Closing my eyes, I could feel the pillow becoming wet where my face laid. Against the words of the police officer, I cried.

 

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