Chapter 1

9 years later

 

       "Wake up, Light! You'll be late for school!", my father yelled, as I opened my tired eyes. Why didn't he ever wait until my alarm clock went off to wake me up? My father is a wierd man. I silently got up, and just as I did, my alarm clock started beeping. Of course. I trudged over to my dresser, and started digging through clothes. I usually lay my clothes out the night before, but I had been too lazy to do it. I picked out a striped T-shirt, with blue, and white stripes. Those are my favorite two colors. Some people think white isn't really a color, but I still think it is. I mean, no one ever said it wasn't for sure. So why do people alaways have to make everything so complicated? I really hate that. It's like when people say that your thumb isn't a finger. They're all like, "I'm only holding up 4 fingers, because the thumb doesn't count!". Isn't that stupid? all my life, I've been told that the regular human being has 5 fingers on each hand, so I'm not about to start saying that I only have 8 fingers total. I have 10. Not 9, 10. Anyways, I put on my striped shirt, and picked out some regular blue jeans. I put those on, and then got out my socks, then my sweat shirt, etc. I looked at my pictur of Mom on my night stand. She looked so pretty. "Bye mom. I'm off to school, again", I said, as I left the room.

 

     "Hey, Light! Wait up!", I heard my best friend, Shelby, yell from behind me as I entered my middle school. Shelby and I have been best friends since kindergarten. Actually, Shelby is my only friend. I'm pretty much a loner. I don't hang out with anyone else. When I'm at school, I pretty much do my own thing. Who needs friends, anyway?

All I need is Shelby. I don't care if I'm popular, or unpopular. I'm just me.

"Light, wait!", she yelled again. I stopped walking, so she could catch up with me. "What's up", she asked, as she approached me. I yawned, as if to say "I'm extremely exhausted". "Not much. How about you?", I replied. She pulled a pony tail off of her wrist, and then began tying it in her hair. I don't know why she doesn't just do that before she leaves for school. She's so wierd. I think that's why I like her though. Because she's wierd. Like me. I'm not exactly normal. Shelby doesn't have very many friends either, but she still has more then me. "So, did your Dad decide to get a girlfriend afterall?", she asked me, as I opened my locker. "No. I'm hoping he doesn't ever get a girlfriend", I said. "Why not? Is it because...Well, you know. Because you still don't want him to replace your Mom?", she asked. I froze. Shelby knew how I didn't like to talk about it. It's been 9 whole years since my Mom died in a car crash. I was 4 years old, when it happened. I can still remember that day, when my Dad got that phone call. He didn't even reply to the man on the phone, when he told him that Mom was dead. He just hung up, and stood there. I asked him what was wrong, but he just stood there. He wouldn't even talk to me for a few days. At the funeral, he didn't cry. I remember he had this stern look on his face, as if his soul had flew out of his body. I cried though. I couldn't help it. Even as a 4 year old, I knew what was happening. I knew she was dead.

Even as a child, I knew...

"Light? you still there?", Shelby asked, interupting my thoughts. I blinhked twice, then looked at her. "Oh...Sorry", I said. She had a sad look on her face. "I'm sorry, Light. I shouldn't have pried...", she said. "No! It's fine", I said. "No really! It was my mistake. I know how much you miss her", Shelby said. I sighed. I wasn't mad at Shelby. I was used to it. My grandparents talk about Mom all the time. I try not to let it get to me. Afterall, Mom wouldn't have wanted me to be sad. "We should get to class. The bell rings in 1 minute!", Shelby said, pushing her locker shut. "Right", I said. We walked to class, in silence.

 

Author's Note

Light is a nice girl, but she's still pretty boring, lol. She doesn't have very much individuality. She's a loner at heart (like me), and she prefers indoors, to outdoors.
She's more of a winter person. She loves jeans so much, that she'll wear them all summer long, even on the hottest days. Shelby is the exact opposite of Light. She's more of a girly girl. I guess this just goes to show that opposites attract!

Reviews

[Atheana Kylee-S. C.]

nice chapter! :D
continue with this story :)

[A-Lovely-Anxiety]

I really like it, hope you continue!!