Destiny

3~Dear Universe

Destiny's POV
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I sit on a bench and wait for my mom to pick me up. I glance down at my phone to check the time. 3:40 PM. As if on cue, mom's gold minivan pulls up in front of me. I grab my bag and get into the van. I was in the back seat since my sister decided to evade my private property(the front seat).

"How was your day, Angel?" Mom asks.

"Um, it was okay, different. I think I might have switched during music because I have no memory of that class. But besides that, everything was okay." I say, recalling the earlier events.

"About that, you have an appointment with  Mrs. Robinson, tonight at 6. Don't even think of backing out of this one." Mom says in a matter-of-fact tone.

I sigh. I do love my therapist but I hate seeing her. She keeps talking about integration, and I'm just not ready for the truth. At least not yet.

"Not happening," I mumble.

"What was that?"

"I'm not going to that appointment mom."

She looks taken aback,
"I don't think I gave you a choice. Did I?"
I stare at her in disbelief. This appointment was not going to happen.

"Have a good evening mom. You too, Danielle." I take a deep breath, before opening the van door and jumping out.

I land on my back. I get up and check for any broken bones. I was all good but mom's minivan was parked up some steps in front of me and she stepped out. I grab my backpack and made a run for it. I ran and ran and ran until I was completely out of breath, and collapsed beside an old oak tree. I leaned against it and focused on my breathing, feeling my anxiety evaporate into thin air. I look up at the sun that radiates yellow, but the sky, somehow like a portrait, is purple, red, orange, and gold.
I gaze out at the sunset when a familiar deep voice snatches my attention.

"Having fun?" It was Gabriel. I gave him a pathetic small laugh. Yes, he may have scared the living daylights out of me, but I was relieved that it was him, Instead of... never mind.

"Yep. Best day of my life." I say and returned my line of view back to the sunset.

"Have room for another person on that tree?" 

"Yeah sure." I scooted over and pat the soft green grass as a sign for him to come over. He quickly came over and sat a little too close beside me.

 Silence, crickets.

"So... how was your first day?" He asks, in an attempt to break the silence.

"Fine," I say not sparing him a glance. I keep my eyes plastered on the setting sun. I don't want to miss even a second of it.

"You know the sun will always be there tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and after-"

"Okay, I get it! What the hell do you want?" I was frustrated at my mom, at him, at the universe in general.

He sighs heavily, "Brittany's is having a party tonight and I was wondering if you would like to go with me?"
This time I looked at him as I spoke. 

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He rolls his hershey eyes.
"At Brittany's house. Some back-to-school thing she's been planning for a while. The entire school should be there and other strays from the schools in the other neighborhoods." He looks serious and there was an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't quite place.
"Would you be the Bonnie to my Clyde for just one night?" He pleaded.

I stare at him in disbelief. One day, I was forced to go to this new school, forced into an appointment, jumped out of my mom's minivan and now I'm getting bombarded by small, worthless conversations this boy was trying to make to convince me into going to this stupid party with him. Bah humbug.

"No. I'm fine." I say solemnly. I mean, I would absolutely love to go to a party, but my anxiety just wouldn't let me do it.

"Fine." He rises to his feet. Hurt and confusion flash across his hershey brown eyes.

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.
Just a stranger...

"Fineee! I'll come with you. What time is this thing?" My voice cracks in horror as I give up on this boy. What was happening to me?

He looks back with his million-dollar smile fixed in place.

"I'll pick you up at 6 sharp."
Oh shoot. At the exact same time, I was supposed to go to visit Mrs. Robinson. How could I possibly pull this off without sneaking out? That may be my only option at the moment.

"Give me your phone," I say out of the blue.

He looked confused but he hands me his phone. It was an iPhone in a clear case with some pictures of him in the back of it. Cute.
I quickly type in my number and name and hand him back his phone. In return, he grins like a stupid idiot.

"Don't blow your horn tonight just text me" I say sternly, making sure I look him in the eye.

He nods, waves goodbye, then walks away. Like I've lately started doing, I watched him go until he was out of sight. I suddenly felt cold and fractured. Something about him, that redhead, that blonde, this town in general, gives me the absolute creeps.

I rub my shoulders to keep warm against the harsh cold that followed the rising half-moon. Time to get home. I sigh and started walking. I have a long way to go. I think about my day. I think about the hour I missed out on this morning because I blacked out.

Would integration really be the right choice for my life? Will I ever be normal if I do it? What will happen to Kyra and Kyle? Will I ever feel them in my body again? What will the house be like without them?

Mom is going to kill me when I get home. But I don't care, I have a party to go to, at 6 sharp, and she wasn't going to stop me.

I get up off the ground and dust off my baggy navy Jeans. As I grab my bag, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I take it out and an unknown number pops up.

MeSsAgEs

Unknown: Is this Destiny?

Me: Depends on who's asking.

Unknown: Just making sure u didn't give me the wrong number.😂

Instantly I know who it was. It was Gabriel. That son of a big fat rat.

Me: new stalker?

Unknown: See you tonight Des.

At the message, I fought a smile but quickly failed. Maybe tonight wasn't going to be as bad as I expected.
I added his number to my phone, like Gabriel, and started jogging in the direction of my house; still thinking about the upcoming conversation I was about to have with my mom.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to convince her into letting me go.

Only if the universe lets me have my way.
God, I hope the universe is in a good mood.