Capture This (Book one of three)

Laura has this perfect life, she's finally getting over her dad's death, she has great friends, good grades and is starting to look forward to her future. Emma, on the other hand, is stuck in her ways, and moves across from Laura, can they help each other? Maybe be something more than just neighbours? All feedback is welcome :)

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1. 1. Home is where your family are

 

 

Click.

Another memory captured forever.

I pull the camera away from my face and bring up the picture. My little brothers birthday. He's finally entering his teens. I smile, although he's a year older he's exactly the same as his twelve-year-old self. His face is stuffed with cake, he's surrounded by birthday presents of all shapes and sizes, and all of his friends are singing happy birthday. He's so happy.

I'm glad I caught this moment.

I let the camera drop and hang around my neck, the strap holding it just below my chest nicely. He beams at me and shoves more of his cake in his mouth. I grin. Such a prat. I grab a slice for myself and excuse myself to the kitchen. My mums standing there, Her strawberry blonder hair tied up into a loose bun. Jeans hugging her hips and a loose top, ready for making food.

"Hey mum, when can he open his presents?" I ask she turns to face me, shirt covered in flour. She chuckles and pats herself down, only making it worse.

"Soon, give me a minute to bring this in. Jack said he wanted home-made food so that's what my baby boy will get." I nod grinning and take an unexpected photo. She's facing away, the light coming through the kitchen window above the sink where she's standing captures her mood perfectly. I chuckle and switch my camera off, placing it on the table. The clicking of the plastic on the table brings back many memories.

With an armful of baked goods my mum starts to leave the kitchen, seeing the bottles off fizz on the side by the kitchen door, she frowns.

"Laura, can you pick them up?" She gestures with a swing of her head to the bottles. I sigh halfheartedly and grab three of the four bottles, all different. I make sure I pick up tango because that's the birthday boys favourite.

I follow my mum into the living room, where Jack and his friends are all. The food is placed down on the table and my little brother, Jack looks up at my mum expectantly.

"Please mum, can I open them2 He pleads. She finally gives in.

"Oh go on then." He cheers along with his friends and starts tearing into a massive box, shredding the paper. He screams in enjoyment as he sees what's inside. Too bad I left my camera on the table. I sit on an empty seat near the stairs and watch him devour present after present, his laughs and smiles only get louder and more gleeful as the minutes tick by. He reaches the present he got from me and gives me a look before opening it.

It's a small box, and it rattles when shakes it. He tears off the paper and opens the little velvety box. He smile reaches so wide that he leaps up from the sofa and runs over to me, throwing his arms over my shoulders and squeezing me so tight. "Thank you so much." He whispers in my ear. I squeeze him back and let him go, ruffling his chocolatey brown hai

"No problem." I chuckle. I'm glad he likes it.

He loops the chain around his neck and shows it off to everyone. It's just like the one our dad used to wear. He passed away last year. Jack's been wanting one ever since so I've been looking for the last few months to find one. It's a tag on a chain, the chain silver and not very thick. It's got his name and birthday on it.

I really am happy he liked it.

When all the presents are unwrapped and the living room's made into a bomb site, the food mum made has also been devoured by all the kids, they take scamper and run around, leaving the house and going to the garden. Using the toy guns he got, and throwing things at each other. I laugh and start gathering the rubbish up, much to the delight of my mum who sits down gratefully.

"Laura sweetie, why don't you rest?" I shrug and finish tidying up the mess, and clearing the plates. When that's done I go upstairs, getting out the boys way and go to my room in the attic. I descend the stairs and open the door into my large room. I have a double bed to the left, a large T.V and game station to the right, a bathroom door next to the T.V. Dad sorted that out for me so I have my own bath and shower and my own toilet. It just makes things easier.

I love my dad.

He was always there for me, turned up for every event, every birthday no matter when, and every special occasion. I miss him too. I just wish he'd walk through my bedroom door like he used o and plop himself down on my bed. He'd say pick a film and I'd go for the scariest because I knew that he loved them.

After a long day at work that's what we'd do, he'd stay up here until well into the night then go to bed. He was my best friend, someone I told everything too.

Now I have no one.

I can't speak to my mum about anything, she'll shrug it off. And she's working so much lately she'll probably be too tired when she gets home to talk to me. Usually, it's just me and Jack. I've learnt to cook so if he wants something he can have it for dinner if mums working late, or if I'm too tired from school, we'd order take-out. Jack enjoys that, then after I'd kick his ass at FIFA, then watch one of his films before it's his bedtime and he goes to sleep.

I'm never tired then so I stay up until mum gets home. She grabs something quick to eat then heads upstairs for a shower then bed.

That's usually about the time I go upstairs when she's out the shower. Just so I know I won't disturb her.

I groan and plop down onto my bed, letting the duvet envelop me.

I can hear Jack laughing through the open circle attic window.

I'm glad he's doing okay. Dads passing hit him hard. He was closest to Jack out of the two of us. They used to play football on his days off, he went to all his matches and took them out for days for themselves when he could.

I spy a picture next to my bed. It's of me and my dad. He's kneeling next to me in the muddy grass, smiles on both of our faces, me in my kit holding a filthy football under my arm. My dad's clothes just as dirty. He has brown hair like Jack, me, on the other hand, I got my blonde hair from my mum. As well as my blue eyes.

"Laura?" I sit up.

Mums calling. Her head soon appears in my doorway, plate and cup in her hand. "I thought you might want this." I cross my legs as she brings it over and gets comfy. It's a slice of birthday cake and some dandelion and burdock. Mmm, my favourite.

"Thanks, mum." She smiles at me. Her eyes tired and her face pale. I don't think she's been sleeping well.

"Where's Jack?" I ask.

"In the garden. Waiting for his big sister to come out and play." I chuckle. He loves playing with me, whether that me on the PlayStation, toy guns, bike rides, skating, anything. We're like best friends sometimes. But then he goes into my room without asking and I yell at the brat like there's no tomorrow.

We have a very odd relationship.

"I'll be down when I've had this." She accepts that answer and goes back down to the party.

I take my time eating and then go downstairs. I surprise him with an attack of a very powerful water pistol. Spraying his back with chilling water. He lets out a girlish yelp and spins round, firing foam bullets in my direction.I laugh and chase him, splashing him with water when I can. is friends join in and soon it's an all out war. Bullets, water balloons and water flying from every direction.

My white top is soaked through and my jeans aren't doing too good either.

A balloon smacks into my back, exploding against my skin. I spin around and glare at Jack. He's sure finding this funny, falling to the grass in a fit of laughter. I scowl, trying to hide my smile unsuccessfully.

Jack stops laughing suddenly and stares at the other side street. I pause too, there's a large moving truck. Huge and white, with two men unloading expensive looking furniture. A smaller black car is parked next to it on the large driveway, pushed up tight to the two car garage.

Out jumps a woman, long black hair, phone pressed to her ear. I can hear her yelling from hearing. She doesn't sound happy. She barks at the two men to be careful then hangs up the phone. Out pop more people from that black car, three more. An older man, and two kids. Both girls.

They're pretty.

I wonder when my mum is going to so politely introduce herself. She probably will soon.

I didn't know we were getting new neighbours.

I spy one of the daughters, the tallest out of the girls, she looks over here. Soon turns her head away though when her mum speaks to her. Her mum doesn't seem too nice. Rather bossy, but that could just be a front.

"Think we should go over and say hi?" Jack asks quietly. He's never been fond of new people.

"Nah. Mum will do that for us after your friends have gone." He smiles, taking this opportunity to fire another bullet, hitting my forehead. Oh, that does it, I charge over to him, tackling him to the floor and rolling around, spraying his face with water.

"Cut that out." Mums running over. She gets to us in 0.646375 seconds then pulls me off him.

Jack's laughing so much he can barely breathe. I chuckle and kick his side softly.

"It was all fun mum," I say explaining. A group of his friends run over and drag the laughing man away, presumably to show him some game they've invented. My mum gives me this look and I go indoors to stay out the way.

There goes my fun.

I head up into my room and put on Netflix to pass the time. Something scary. I put on scorned. Great film. Starring AnnaLynne mcCord. She's like certified crazy in it, and gets her cheating ass boyfriend back in the grossest of ways.

I close my eyes just as she's about to crush her previous best friends hand. resting on my pillow and with the sound of nullified screams, I fall into a peaceful slumber.

 

Click.

Another memory captured forever.

I pull the camera away from my face and bring up the picture. My little brothers birthday. He's finally entering his teens. I smile, although he's a year older he's exactly the same as his twelve-year-old self. His face is stuffed with cake, he's surrounded by birthday presents of all shapes and sizes, and all of his friends are singing happy birthday. He's so happy.

I'm glad I caught this moment.

I let the camera drop and hang around my neck, the strap holding it just below my chest nicely. He beams at me and shoves more of his cake in his mouth. I grin. Such a prat. I grab a slice for myself and excuse myself to the kitchen. My mums standing there, Her strawberry blonder hair tied up into a loose bun. Jeans hugging her hips and a loose top, ready for making food.

"Hey mum, when can he open his presents?" I ask she turns to face me, shirt covered in flour. She chuckles and pats herself down, only making it worse.

"Soon, give me a minute to bring this in. Jack said he wanted home-made food so that's what my baby boy will get." I nod grinning and take an unexpected photo. She's facing away, the light coming through the kitchen window above the sink where she's standing captures her mood perfectly. I chuckle and switch my camera off, placing it on the table. The clicking of the plastic on the table brings back many memories.

With an armful of baked goods my mum starts to leave the kitchen, seeing the bottles off fizz on the side by the kitchen door, she frowns.

"Laura, can you pick them up?" She gestures with a swing of her head to the bottles. I sigh halfheartedly and grab three of the four bottles, all different. I make sure I pick up tango because that's the birthday boys favourite.

I follow my mum into the living room, where Jack and his friends are all. The food is placed down on the table and my little brother, Jack looks up at my mum expectantly.

"Please mum, can I open them2 He pleads. She finally gives in.

"Oh go on then." He cheers along with his friends and starts tearing into a massive box, shredding the paper. He screams in enjoyment as he sees what's inside. Too bad I left my camera on the table. I sit on an empty seat near the stairs and watch him devour present after present, his laughs and smiles only get louder and more gleeful as the minutes tick by. He reaches the present he got from me and gives me a look before opening it.

It's a small box, and it rattles when shakes it. He tears off the paper and opens the little velvety box. He smile reaches so wide that he leaps up from the sofa and runs over to me, throwing his arms over my shoulders and squeezing me so tight. "Thank you so much." He whispers in my ear. I squeeze him back and let him go, ruffling his chocolatey brown hai

"No problem." I chuckle. I'm glad he likes it.

He loops the chain around his neck and shows it off to everyone. It's just like the one our dad used to wear. He passed away last year. Jack's been wanting one ever since so I've been looking for the last few months to find one. It's a tag on a chain, the chain silver and not very thick. It's got his name and birthday on it.

I really am happy he liked it.

When all the presents are unwrapped and the living room's made into a bomb site, the food mum made has also been devoured by all the kids, they take scamper and run around, leaving the house and going to the garden. Using the toy guns he got, and throwing things at each other. I laugh and start gathering the rubbish up, much to the delight of my mum who sits down gratefully.

"Laura sweetie, why don't you rest?" I shrug and finish tidying up the mess, and clearing the plates. When that's done I go upstairs, getting out the boys way and go to my room in the attic. I descend the stairs and open the door into my large room. I have a double bed to the left, a large T.V and game station to the right, a bathroom door next to the T.V. Dad sorted that out for me so I have my own bath and shower and my own toilet. It just makes things easier.

I love my dad.

He was always there for me, turned up for every event, every birthday no matter when, and every special occasion. I miss him too. I just wish he'd walk through my bedroom door like he used o and plop himself down on my bed. He'd say pick a film and I'd go for the scariest because I knew that he loved them.

After a long day at work that's what we'd do, he'd stay up here until well into the night then go to bed. He was my best friend, someone I told everything too.

Now I have no one.

I can't speak to my mum about anything, she'll shrug it off. And she's working so much lately she'll probably be too tired when she gets home to talk to me. Usually, it's just me and Jack. I've learnt to cook so if he wants something he can have it for dinner if mums working late, or if I'm too tired from school, we'd order take-out. Jack enjoys that, then after I'd kick his ass at FIFA, then watch one of his films before it's his bedtime and he goes to sleep.

I'm never tired then so I stay up until mum gets home. She grabs something quick to eat then heads upstairs for a shower then bed.

That's usually about the time I go upstairs when she's out the shower. Just so I know I won't disturb her.

I groan and plop down onto my bed, letting the duvet envelop me.

I can hear Jack laughing through the open circle attic window.

I'm glad he's doing okay. Dads passing hit him hard. He was closest to Jack out of the two of us. They used to play football on his days off, he went to all his matches and took them out for days for themselves when he could.

I spy a picture next to my bed. It's of me and my dad. He's kneeling next to me in the muddy grass, smiles on both of our faces, me in my kit holding a filthy football under my arm. My dad's clothes just as dirty. He has brown hair like Jack, me, on the other hand, I got my blonde hair from my mum. As well as my blue eyes.

"Laura?" I sit up.

Mums calling. Her head soon appears in my doorway, plate and cup in her hand. "I thought you might want this." I cross my legs as she brings it over and gets comfy. It's a slice of birthday cake and some dandelion and burdock. Mmm, my favourite.

"Thanks, mum." She smiles at me. Her eyes tired and her face pale. I don't think she's been sleeping well.

"Where's Jack?" I ask.

"In the garden. Waiting for his big sister to come out and play." I chuckle. He loves playing with me, whether that me on the PlayStation, toy guns, bike rides, skating, anything. We're like best friends sometimes. But then he goes into my room without asking and I yell at the brat like there's no tomorrow.

We have a very odd relationship.

"I'll be down when I've had this." She accepts that answer and goes back down to the party.

I take my time eating and then go downstairs. I surprise him with an attack of a very powerful water pistol. Spraying his back with chilling water. He lets out a girlish yelp and spins round, firing foam bullets in my direction.I laugh and chase him, splashing him with water when I can. is friends join in and soon it's an all out war. Bullets, water balloons and water flying from every direction.

My white top is soaked through and my jeans aren't doing too good either.

A balloon smacks into my back, exploding against my skin. I spin around and glare at Jack. He's sure finding this funny, falling to the grass in a fit of laughter. I scowl, trying to hide my smile unsuccessfully.

Jack stops laughing suddenly and stares at the other side street. I pause too, there's a large moving truck. Huge and white, with two men unloading expensive looking furniture. A smaller black car is parked next to it on the large driveway, pushed up tight to the two car garage.

Out jumps a woman, long black hair, phone pressed to her ear. I can hear her yelling from hearing. She doesn't sound happy. She barks at the two men to be careful then hangs up the phone. Out pop more people from that black car, three more. An older man, and two kids. Both girls.

They're pretty.

I wonder when my mum is going to so politely introduce herself. She probably will soon.

I didn't know we were getting new neighbours.

I spy one of the daughters, the tallest out of the girls, she looks over here. Soon turns her head away though when her mum speaks to her. Her mum doesn't seem too nice. Rather bossy, but that could just be a front.

"Think we should go over and say hi?" Jack asks quietly. He's never been fond of new people.

"Nah. Mum will do that for us after your friends have gone." He smiles, taking this opportunity to fire another bullet, hitting my forehead. Oh, that does it, I charge over to him, tackling him to the floor and rolling around, spraying his face with water.

"Cut that out." Mums running over. She gets to us in 0.646375 seconds then pulls me off him.

Jack's laughing so much he can barely breathe. I chuckle and kick his side softly.

"It was all fun mum," I say explaining. A group of his friends run over and drag the laughing man away, presumably to show him some game they've invented. My mum gives me this look and I go indoors to stay out the way.

There goes my fun.

I head up into my room and put on Netflix to pass the time. Something scary. I put on scorned. Great film. Starring AnnaLynne mcCord. She's like certified crazy in it, and gets her cheating ass boyfriend back in the grossest of ways.

 

I close my eyes just as she's about to crush her previous best friends hand. resting on my pillow and with the sound of nullified screams, I fall into a peaceful slumber.

 
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