It takes one single moment to define your life.
Cassie learned it the hard way. She's seventeen and felt like she has the world on her shoulders. Trying to survive and keep going despite the sadness and fear, Cassie finds out that opening your hear...
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The usual rush of energy filled my body as I finished jogging. I wondered if that's what Nathan felt like when fighting and I kind of wanted to slap myself because I just wanted to stop thinking about him.
Dad kept teasing me over breakfast but kept quiet when I told him that I'd bumped into Lucy yesterday. Sadness engulfed him and I knew exactly what he was feeling, because I felt the same.
Silently, we finished breakfast and got ready for our respective day. As we stepped out of the house, I reached him and hugged him tight. Swallowing hard, I pulled apart to find a teary smile drawn on his face. I wished him a good day before kissing him on the cheek and ambling down the street.
The usual milling and chatting from my fellow classmates surrounded me as soon as I crossed the street in front of the school. Everyone had stopped to greet me all the time, only a few people nodded my way from time to time. I actually felt relieved about it. I wasn't sporting that fake smile anymore and I guess that without it I had lost popularity or something. Which was great.
Hitching my backpack over my shoulder, I walked through the hallway to my locker to get my books for the day. My steps faltered when I found myself in front of Anne, who was about to bypass me. I didn't know if I should say hi or something.
Her green eyes didn't glare at me as they usually did. She nodded and stepped by me as I stood rooted to my place. Nodding was an improvement, I guess.
After the first classes, my backpack was getting heavier, so I stepped to my locker to leave some books there. Farah was next to me as I finished switching the books from my backpack to my locker and vice versa. "So, how was the ride home?" her blue eyes sparkled mischievously. Groaning, I closed my locker and decided to ignore her. "Did he try to swoon you away?"
Rolling my eyes, I fastened my pace. "OMG! Did he try to make a move or something?" she gasped with wide eyes.
"Chris is walking behind us." I said matter-of-factly. Farah obviously stopped and turned around beaming. My lips twitched as a smile played on my lips. He wasn't.
She slapped me playfully on the arm. "That's mean, you know?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Stop teasing me."
Farah rolled her eyes as she pushed her glasses up. She had a blue short-sleeved hoodie that brought out her eyes over a white tank top. A few blonde bangs framed her face making her look cute. Grinning, I complemented her, "you look cute, by the way."
She beamed. "Thanks! You need to show me how to braid my hair like that!" she referred to the messily fishtail that I had done in my hair since I didn't want to have it all over my face all day. "Sure," I shrugged.
"And by the way, your lover boy is coming this way," she wriggled her eyebrows as I looked around us searching for Nathan. He wasn't anywhere around.
