refuse to sink ➛ a.c.

Chapter 2

“Our flight has landed. You may exit with the door on the left,” the pilot said on the intercom. Wow. I slept the whole flight. I was the first one to leave the plane.

When I was back into the airport I walked to the thing with the bags and waited for mine to come out. When it did, I grabbed it and went looking for Aunt Michele. The last time I saw her was when I was 9.

“Olivia! You’ve grown so much!” I heard someone say behind me. I turned around and saw her. She gave me a big hug.

“Come on let’s get your bags to the car,” she said and she took my suitcase which left me with only my backpack.

“Austin has a friend over at his house right now and he is spending the night too, so I will just show you your room and you can get settled in and maybe Austin will let you hang out with him and his friend, since you guys are the same age.” She explained to me.

I just nodded. I didn’t feel like talking. I barely ever talk since my dad died. Today I guess I felt like talking but not right now. I was tired.

I put my bags in the trunk and hopped up front with Aunt Michele.

I wonder who Austin’s friend was…

Hopefully it wasn’t Alex.

From what I’ve heard a lot of girls liked him and I didn’t want to be a part of that, because if I became friends with a guy that a lot of girls like, I will get a lot of hate, and I already have plenty of that.

We drove to their house in silence. It didn’t seem that far. We got there in like 5 minutes.

We got out of the car and grabbed my stuff.

“Um, well your room is upstairs, follow me and I’ll show you,” she said and opened the door while dragging my suitcase. I walked inside. Their house was pretty big. I wasn’t surprised.

I felt kind of bad watching her carry my huge suitcase up the stairs while I was left to carry a little backpack. She looked like she was struggling. I was going to offer to help, but she had already reached the top.

I followed her into a medium sized room. Kind of small for a big house like this but as long as I have one I’m fine.

“Well, I’ll be downstairs making dinner. You can stay up here and settle in and maybe sleep because I know you got on an early plane. So um yeah. I’ll just be down there if you need me,” she smiled and left me there alone. I had to pinch myself to make sure this was really happening. I closed my eyes and pinched my arm then I opened my eyes.

I was still there.

My family was dead.

And there was no way to bring them back.

I sighed and looked my watch. The real reason I picked out this watch was because it had a secret compartment in it. You take the clock part off and you can see a picture of me, Landon, and Pete. I smiled as I looked down at the picture of us. I brought back so many memories.

*flashback*

I was pushing Pete on the swings at our neighborhodd playground on day. He was only 4 years old but he looked older, usually autistic people look younger.

A group of boys from my class walked up to us and started taunting little Pete.

“Hey little Petard,” they laughed. Pete didn’t do anything. He just sat there. He probably didn’t even know they were there.

“Shut up, Brad,” I yelled.

“Ooh, got your big sister standing up for you, Pe-tard. Wimp,” he said and pushed Pere, and he fell off the swing. Pete went crazy. He ran around screaming in horror. Brad came up to me.