Secrets

"Memories"

I walked towards my apartment, wrapping my arms around me. It was a cold day; and I was pretty sure that a storm was coming over.

The dark clouds seemed to cover up the grey sky as if it was a pale face that had black bruises. I bit my lower lip, feeling a cold breeze causing a shiver run through my spine. Too cold, I thought.

Sure, I guess it was pretty normal this type of weather in Phoenix when it was Winter, but still; I hated the cold.
I should have used my ugly purple scarf before I went out today. It was too cold, and I was too stubborn to wear it. Or maybe it was the fact that I just hated that scarf. That ugly scarf was a Christmas gift from my Aunt Mabel. I don't know why she choose the ugliest scarf ever, but she said that it matched my eyes.

I have light brown eyes. Light brown and purple aren't good allies in clothing.

I stood beside a dark lamp that was shining slowly and I looked down at my dark red converse. I was still thinking about everything. My purple scarf. My sisters. Aunt Mabel. James. Will. Will and James. And of course, the biggest lie I've ever made in my whole life. I'm not that old, I'm just seventeen, and I'm pretty much a normal girl who loves acting.

Speaking of which, I still needed to go to the rehearsal of the play I'm doing with the "Paint The Town" Club (which had nothing to do with paint) or "The Club of Emily".
I groaned and I walked towards the empty street, shoving my hands in the pockets of my jacket.

Emily Theda, my eldest sister, was the creator of that geeky club. At first, it started out as a club for kids and teens (mostly teens) who had mental problems as suicide, self harming, loneliness, or any mental disorder that you could find in psychology books.
Lovely right? But over time it turned to this acting club, because I somehow got there. No, I wasn't depressed or suicidal. I got there because one day I met this girl named Beth. As the other kids, she had mental problems and she was too quiet. And by too quiet, I mean too quiet. Many doctors and psycologists (including my other sister, Sally Theda) tried her best to make her laugh or smile and start a treatment. Nobody was that succesful.

So one day, I came up to the club holding a few boxes for this party and I saw her staring at the window wearing a golden mask. I could have sworn she looked like the mental picture I had of a character from an old tale I was reading. So I decided to act that story for her. I stood in front of her and I grabbed one of the black hats that where all packed up for the bachelortte party for Sally, my other sister. I somehow, twirled the hat in between my fingers and I threw it towards my head. Beth looked at me and tilted her head slightly confused.

"Why, ma'am... You look ravishin' this evenin. May know your name please?" I asked in the worst fake English accent that got the attention of Beth, my sisters; and the whole club. The girl stared at me confused and whispered her name softly. I placed a fake mustache above my upper lip and smiled.

"Ah! Beautiful as the sound of the rain in May!" I grabed her hand grinning and I pulled her out of her seat. I bowed in one knee and asked her to dance with me, making her twirl in my small arms (I was twelve at that time). At first she hesitated, but then, she giggled nervously and danced with me playing along. I smiled because I finally saw her smiling. I don't remember much of that day, but I do remember people clapping happily with few laughs. A long hug from Beth with tears. Also, two kisses on my cheeks from my sisters.

And I felt happy.

Then, thanks to that small incident, the kids that had problems and stuff, participated in plays for the comunity and school. They learned how to be confident and how to love themselves. Thanks to Emily's creativity, she turned into the teacher of literature at school. That meant we did plays of classical books such as "How to kill a mocking bird", "Alice in Wonderland", "Don Quixote", "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" and others. Then, whenever we could, we did small scenes where we acted crossovers. That meant, you choose a character from two diferent stories, and you had to write a small play about what would happen if those two characters met somewhere. It was fun, but right now, I wasn't in the mood to visit "The Club of Emily" or to face my sisters.

My sisters and my aunt where the only family I had left. My parents died in this car accident when I was really young and our aunt Mabel Theda took us in. Aunt Mabel was the step-sister of my dad. So, she's not really my aunt, but she loves to be called like that.

Sooner or later, I had to face them at some point of the day. It was Sunday.
That meant there was a small reunion for the Theda's family. My phone snoozed in my pocket distracting me of my thoughts. I picked it up and I slid my thumb against the screen, opening the new message that arrived on my phone.

Sunday, 09:12 am
Sally: We need to talk soon Cal, Aunt Mabel is worried about you.

I rolled my eyes at the phone and groaned. Then I answered the text and pressed the SENT button.

Sunday, 09:13 am
Me: Aunt Mabel gets worried all the time. And I'm looking forward to talk with you, sis.

Sunday, 09:14 am
Sally: I'm serious, Cal.
See you at lunch. We still need to talk. Jack says hi, btw.

I sighed and I bit my lower lip. I guess I had to talk with her and explain this up. I was about to lock my phone when I got another text.

Sunday, 09:18 am
Emily: Dearie!
You forgot about me last Friday. I forgive you, because, I can't wait to see you! I've missed you so freaking much! I got you some cute things from New York, and I'm pretty sure you're going to love them :3 btw, could you buy a cake or something sweet? I forgot to buy the dessert. Love ya!

Shoot, I totally forgot! Emily got back from New York two days ago, and I was supposed to hang out with her last Friday. I guess it was Miss Warren's fault.

This day was just getting better.