It was unexpected.
I always thought we had forever, so why try every minute, every second. Why should we look at all the microscopical things, when we have forever to analyse them. I feel ashamed to say that if I knew what was going to happen, I would have acted differently. I would have showed them how much I loved them, and I would have tried to embrace their passion, and maybe, just maybe I would have come to love him to…
It was a rainy Tuesday, mind you it nearly always rained on Tuesdays. I was awoken to the same sing-song voice of my mother telling me that breakfast was ready. I’d jumped out of bed still in my pyjamas, and I ran into the kitchen. I were in a really good mood, because I was going over to my friend, Charlie’s, house for three days. My parents were going traveling you see, they were going to Africa to get my now adopted little brother, Noah. I wasn’t over the moon with the idea of a little brother in the house, and trust me I had tried to convince them that it was a bad idea, but they were convinced that it was the best idea in the whole universe.
“When are you leaving?” I asked my mum in an annoyed tone, remembering that in three days I would have a little germball running around in our house.
“In about 20 minutes, so you should get ready” my dad answered in a disappointed voice.
I’d looked at my dad sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. My dad had normally been a very loving and calm, but at that moment he had been disappointed in me, taking the choice of being childish toward the fact that they adopted a child. He had also always been very logical, but I guess that was just because he was a teacher. He had short dark-brown hair, thin lips and a straight nose. I guess he was pretty muscular for a 40 year old, and he used to be quit tan compared to me and my mom, very tall as well maybe 6,1. He wore a shirt and some jeans, which were very different from suit and tie, which he used to normally wore to school. I had then looked at his eyes which were scanning the sports section, they were green, not just green, but neon-green. I couldn’t even count how many times I had asked why my mom, dad and I had neon-green eyes, but every time I asked they would change the subject, so I gave up asking.
I’d then looked at my mother in the kitchen. She was always very strict, but she had told me it was out of love. She was so overprotective, and that was one of the reasons why I found it weird that she would let me stay at Charlie’s for three days, but I guess it was because Charlie’s mother would be there. She had shoulder length dark-brown hair, full lips and a straight nose, she was not that tall maybe 5,2. She worked as a journalist, and I had been surprised that she could get time off work to get Noah. She was 39 year old but she was still curvy and beautiful in her sunflower dress and gladiator sandals, and then of course she had the wicked neon-green eyes like dad and me.
I had sighed and left to go to my room, I’d packed everything I needed, but not to much, because my friend lived just down the street.
“BYE, WE LOVE YOU” my parent shouted up to me from downstairs.
“BYE” I’d shouted back, not caring that they were going away for three days. They didn’t care about me anyways, if they feelt they needed a new child, I had thought.
I had heard the door close, and the car had pulled out of the driveway. I had then run downstairs and over to Charlie’s house, I didn’t knock, because me and charlie were like sisters.
“Hello, Alice” Molly - Charlie’s mother - had greeted me, with a broad smile, as she’d walked toward me.
“Hello” I replied.
“Charlie is in her room, go on and get comfortable” she had said pointing to the door down the hall.
I walked down to the door and then ran inside to see Charlie, seated on her bed with her guitar in her arms and a sheet note next to her. She then looked up and smiled.
“Hey, A” she’d said.
“Hey” I’d replied.
The days had only gotten better from there, and soon two days had gone by and it was dinner time again. Molly’d put the food on the table, and just then the phone had rung.
“Just dig in girls, I’ll be right back” she said, and then walked over to the phone, I saw her frown, then walk into another room. Charlie and I had just shrugged it off and begun eating. After a while we heard footsteps, Molly came back with tears in her eyes. Charlie sprung out of her chair and ran over to her mother.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” she asked in a panicked voice.
Molly had just looked at me, and then come over to me.
“I-I’m so so sorry, there was a p-plane crash. It was t-the plane your p-parents and N-Noah were on. A-Alice t-they didn’t make it” she had said between sobs.
I just stared at her in disbelief, I’d then dropped my fork actually realising what was going on. My family is gone, I have nobody. I had gone completely numb, I only feelt an aching pain seating itself permanently in my chest, and it hurt so so bad.
“No, no please, they were supposed to come home” I managed to whisper to myself, still feeling the excruciating pain in my chest, tears escaping my neon-green eyes.
I vowed to myself that that would me the last time I ever cried.