Charlotte's Balloons

I walked into school. It didn’t feel like a regular day. I felt as if something was going to happen or something was happening. Thats when I saw him, or at least I thought I did. He had the same brown hair. Those brown eyes I would tell everything too. He was with Damen, the schools “guide”. He was in charge of showing new kids around the school. I’m sure it was just a coincidence that he looked like him. Wasn’t it?


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1. One Last Time

Charlotte’s P.O.V.

    I let the balloon go and watched it pass in front of the sun. You can slightly see the white piece of paper inside as the light shone through. I had been doing this since I was 14 years old. I have a box of of pink balloons and white string in the back of my closet. It also has slips of paper, on which I had written what the perfect boy was, and the perfect date. Simple things really. Every year, on the 4th of April, I would slip a piece of paper inside a balloon and blow it up, tying the string as tight as I could. I would write “Charlotte” on the very top and then watch it fly away as I sat in my window. What I didn’t know, was that someone was collecting those balloons. Someone I thought, that I would never see again.

          Tyson’s P.O.V.
    I sit under the big oak tree in the park. No one can see me but I can see everyone else. I hold onto the balloon I had just grabbed out of the sky. No one sees it, as it disappears into my hand. I’m coming back home. For just a short while. No one really remembers me. Only one person truly does. That one person was my best friend. Charlotte Summers. Her mom used to call us “Chyson”. A combination of her name, Charlotte, and my name, Tyson, so that she wouldn’t have to call out both our names. That was, until the summer of 1996. When I left Charlotte and her mother.
          
          Charlotte’s P.O.V.
    I walked into school. It didn’t feel like a regular day. I felt as if something was going to happen or something was happening. Thats when I saw him, or at least I thought I did. He had the same brown hair. Those brown eyes I would tell everything too. He was with Damen, the schools “guide”. He was in charge of showing new kids around the school. I’m sure it was just a coincidence that he looked like him. Wasn’t it?


          Tyson’s P.O.V.
    I watched her walk down the hall. Her blonde hair just the way it has always been. Her blue eyes looked a little duller. She looked my way and they suddenly turned that bright blue I had once known. I turned my head towards Damen. He was supposed to be showing me around school but was flirting with one of the cheerleaders. I walked towards Charlotte hoping she wouldn’t be frightened. I had to get close to her again. To tell her all the secrets i’ve been trying to tell her. To tell her everything.
“Hey, I’m Jack. I’m new here and my guide isn’t doing a very good job of showing me around. Would you mind showing me?” She seemed a little hesitant. Unsure if it was really me she saw or “Jack”. After a minute or so she spoke.

Charlotte’s P.O.V.
“Hi Jack. I’m Charlotte. You can call me Lottey if you like. Everyone does. I’d be happy to show you around.” She gave me a small smile and I gave one back. She showed me around the school. The school I had known so well. I was glad to be back.

4 Months Later *
 
Tyson’s P.O.V.
It was really windy outside. The rain poured down my car windshield. I was turning out of my parking spot when I spotted a small girl with blonde hair sitting on the sidewalk. “Hey!” I called out. The girl looked up and I realized it was Charlotte. I asked her if she wanted a ride home and she nodded, picking up her stuff and hurrying to the warmth and dryness of my car. We had gotten pretty close over the last 4 months. The one thing she hadn’t done was ask me to hang out at her house. We’ve hung out in the park, but it wasn’t like I remembered. I drove off and shortly pulled into her driveway. She turned to look at me with a puzzled look on her face.
“How do you know where I live?” I turned to look at her then hopped out of the car. I went around to the passenger side. I opened her door and helped her out. “Do you trust me?” I asked her. She gave a slight nod and that was enough for me. I grabbed her hand and raced around the block to the house where I once lived. It was still unoccupied. I ran inside still gripping onto her hand. I open the door on the second floor that was once my room. We walk to the middle of the hardwood floor. I sit her down and head to the closet.
    
          Charlotte’s P.O.V.
    I didn’t know what was going on. We were in Tyson’s old house. It’s been empty ever since he was gone. Jack sat me down in the middle of Tyson’s old room. He went to Tyson’s old closet and opened the door. I watched as he hesitated a little. He put his hand inside and he pulled out 5 balloons. 4 pink and one blue. I realized that they were my pink balloons. He handed me the pink ones first and then the blue along with a pin. He then came to my ear and whispered “I’m sorry”. He then kissed me on the cheek. I looked up to see his face but he was gone. I looked throughout the whole house but gave up. I took the pin and popped the blue balloon. Inside was a letter. I opened it up and it said
“I’m sorry I left you Lottey. I love you. You’ll see me soon” - Tyson.
My eyes teared up as I realized Tyson was Jack.
The day he died a part of me did. He came back for me. One last time.  

    

 

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