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That’s always the big question, isn’t it? What if I had followed him? What if I hadn’t agreed to go to this new house? What if I had been a rebellious kid? What if I had hung out with the cheerleaders? What if I hadn’t turned out as guyish as I did? What if I did wear makeup once and became addicted to how it made me look?
I could do on and on—these questions pierce everyone’s minds at least once in their lifetime. Thinking questions that start with “What if” is an addicting thing to do—even if it tortures you, and you know it does, you can’t stop. Those two words are like persistent flies that don’t get the phrase, “I’m going to kill you with a fly swatter” until you’ve already done it and they’re long gone—except, they never leave until they’ve been answered.
I, personally, don’t have many questions like these in my head for several reasons—one key reason being I live in the moment and don’t have any regrets…mostly. The only time I’m not brave is when it comes to emotions—besides that, I just go with the flow without any rhyme or reason. Pretty sweet, huh?
Now, as I sat on the counter in the local bakery-type-thing-that-also-serves-milkshakes-and-muffins-and-such, I most definitely didn’t have any of that on my mind.
“Well that sucks,” Jade announced as I gave her the news—I was moving. Not far, really, we were just moving a bit closer to the newest store my dad was working at as he tried to “turn it around”.
Jade was the gothic one in the bunch of us---I mean, I didn’t view her as goth but everyone else did. She had raven black hair, piercing green eyes, and relatively pale skin. She always had her nails painted black and she loved to complain and be sarcastic—but, she was one of my best friends. From the moment we’d moved here and I’d gotten to my new—erm, old now I supposed—school, I had pinned her down to be my friend since she didn’t seem like the type to pry or care even in the slightest that I was about 75%+ boy—technically. I mean, I was still a girl, I just didn’t act or dress like most girls did.
“We’ll still get to see you, right?” Lilly’s voice quivered as she asked me this.
Lilly was a ditzy blond with some memory problems. She, too, had green eyes but hers had more of an Aqua tone to them then Jade’s did. Her skin wasn’t as pale, but still pale and, also, freckle-less. She may have been seventeen, but she acted like any six year old—you know, minus the bratty attitude. She was distracted by shiny objects—basically anything, really--, had wandering thoughts, and an attention span that was roughly the equivalent of a ten year old; maybe a tad bit better than that.
I laughed at Lilly’s comment, now, though. “Of course you will, Lilly! You live with me and I’ll still work here so I’ll be able to see Jade.” I rolled my eyes, smiling now however.
Lilly blinked at this then giggled herself. “Oh yeah! I forgot!” She beamed at me, not the least bit phased.
"You’re moving schools, too, you know,” I reminded her gently since I had a feeling she’d forgotten that, if I was moving schools, she was as well.
“I knew that, silly Kris!” She laughed again and said to Jade, “Hey, Jade, isn’t Kris silly? She is, isn’t she?”
Again, I rolled my eyes with a grin but—truth be told—I felt terrible for Lilly. She had no parents, a horrible memory, and she also talked to herself at times by answering her own questions or murmuring stuff to herself when she didn’t know something. I thought she might be slightly insane, but I’d never say that to her—she was a bit too…fragile. Sure, she’d take it good at first, but once it settled in she’d go into hysterias of sobbing and she might run off—I wouldn’t want her to do that.
While Lilly had no parents that we knew of, Jade had parents—and two brothers as well, though she rarely spoke of them--, her parents were split. Jade lived with her mom—her brothers with her dad-- and had switched her last names when her mom had remarried.
The chime above the door sounded and Lilly yelled as cheerily as ever, “Hi! Welcome!” She gave the person who had walked in a big smile as she poised at her station behind the counter, ready to grab something at a seconds notice.
Lilly worked behind the counter getting ice cream, muffins, and milkshakes--whatever the order was. She used to work at the cash register because of her perky and people loving nature, but she’d always press the wrong buttons, give too much change or too little, and she’d take forever as she’d try to remember what to do—so we switched her and put her behind the scenes so she wouldn’t cause as much trouble…although, she did—occasionally—spill something and make a big mess it was really no trouble at all to clean it up.
Jade, now, worked at the register---which probably wasn’t the best position for her considering she didn’t really like people, but she was quick with cash. She didn’t mind it, but she didn’t love it. I sensed she would rather be behind the scenes so she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone who came in, but she didn’t complain because she didn’t truthfully care.
I, on the other hand, was a mixture between the supervisor, behind the scenes person, and register worker. Basically, I did it all when I wasn’t doing what I was now—resting and taking my break.
I wasn’t going to go to school for a few days, however, because I was procrastinating. I’d told my dad that I needed to say goodbye and that I was a bit nervous—he’d just muttered, “yeah, yeah, sure” in response. If he’d been listening, I’m sure he would’ve said different but, hey, who was I to argue?
The door chimed again and I glanced over to see a little girl with hair so blond it was almost white and bright blue eyes that were shining. She had regular skin—not tan, but not pale—and a smattering of freckles across her nose. I was proud to call this girl Tatum, my younger sister.
Tatum had inherited our dad’s looks while I had acquired my mom’s strawberry blond hair and eyes such a pale blue that sometimes they were mistaken for being grey. My mom had always said that, when the sunlight hit them just right, it made it seem like I was in a trance of sorts.
“Kris!” Tatum shrieked as she saw me. She dropped her backpack and ran over to me as I slipped over the counter just in time to scoop her up and twirl her in my arms.
“Hey, kiddo, how was your first day at your knew school?” I asked her as I kissed her forehead.
“It was awesome! I met so many new kids and I got to go outside for thirty minutes and play on the swing set! I slid down the slide and everything! I almost knocked into Adam but he moved out of the way!” she gushed, beaming at me. “And after, Adam’s mom offered to bring me home since dad wasn’t there to pick me up!”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “You know you’re not supposed to take rides from strangers, Tate.” I shook my head. “Next time, go to the office and call my cell phone, okay?”
Tatum nodded obediently and I said, “Good girl.” I set her down and walked over to the woman who had come in after her, assuming she was Adam’s mom.
“I’m Kris,” I greeted her, giving her the smallest of smiles. “Kris Gracelyn, Tatum’s older sister. I’m so sorry you had to take her here.”
As I spoke, I examined this woman. She had dark brown hair and extremely tan skin—not a freckle in sight. She had chocolate brown eyes and the corners of her mouth were tipped up, as if she were ready to smile at any moment.
“Oh, it’s no big deal really!” She laughed, her voice slightly high-pitched. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kris. I’m Mrs. Jackson.” Mrs. Jackson smiled at me and gave me a hug—which I thought was a bit personal considering we had only just met. “I’m actually not Adam’s mom; I just help his dad around the house.” She gave a small smile at this then paused before asking, “Is your real name Kris? Or is it Kristen?”
I shook my head. “No, my real name is Krissy but I absolutely hate it so I’m Kris.” I looked her dead in the eyes as I spoke, hoping she got my silent message that meant she was supposed to call me Kris as well if we ever met again.
Mrs. Jackson nodded. “Well, as I said, it was a pleasure to meet you Kris and I’m so sorry to have to rush out on you like this, but Adam is waiting in the car right now and I don’t want him to be late getting home.” She gave an apologetic smile and waved as she left.
I shook my head, making a face at the back of her car as she left. “I don’t like her,” I announced. “Too…girlish.”
Jade snorted, but the snort was unsteady and I turned around to see her slightly paler then usually.
“Jade?” I spoke her name softly—something was off.
“It’s nothing,” she said, waving me off as easily as if I were asking if she had done her homework.
I nodded, not pressing her further.
“Now lets get home, Tatum, Lilly, we’ve got to start unpacking.” I took Tatum’s hand in mine and waited for Lilly to come out around the corner. “Are you okay for the last twenty minutes alone, Jade?” I asked her.
Jade nodded and said, “I’ll just close up early.” She grinned slightly and waved us off. “Have fun in your new house.”
“Oh yeah, it’ll be a joy,” I grumbled as I left out the door and walked to my car, slipping in after helping Tatum in her booster seat. I started up the car, backed out, and left as a small sense of unease slipped over me.
O.o make-over?? oh no! If they make her girly...hehehehe!
This was amazing! and the song was so beautiful!
Josh! I'm glad he laughed... O.o that's not strange right?
Ik! D: Poor Kris xD
Awh, thanks Moonie!!
O.o a bit... (;
UGhh, You sooo need to update again, like now!!
OMG i loved it! Cant wait for more
You really don't like Eli O.o
I will! :D
After school, I quickly located Lilly and ushered her into the car then drove off to pick up Tatum. I pulled up in front of the elementary and looked over at Lilly for a moment.
“You want to come in?” I asked her and she shook her head.
“I’ll stay in here!” She said with a smile and a little giggle. “Don’t worry, I’ll be super safe—swear! I’ll lock the car and I won’t leave it.” She nodded firmly.
I eyed her for another moment or two, unsure, before nodding slowly. “Okay, I’ll be back soon so remember—you can’t leave the car.” I gave her a serious look before getting out of the car and shutting the door behind me, leaving the keys in so she’d have air. I waited till she locked the car till I left the sidewalk and went up the walkway to the front doors of the school.
I glanced back at the car one last time before pushing open the doors to the elementary and walking in and down the halls, wandering for some time before I finally found it—Room 13.
I knocked on the door then walked in, peeking my head inside and smiling when I saw that I wasn’t too early.
“Kris, welcome,” Tatum’s teacher, Mrs. Robinson, greeted me with a smile. She’d gotten to know who I was since I visited every day to pick Tatum up.
I smiled and stepped into the room, leaving the door open and was about to say something when--
“Kris?” I heard Tatum’s voice interrupt before I had a chance to respond. I glanced over just in time to see Tatum and Adam look at me.
“Kris!” They both shrieked and ran over to me, tackling me to the ground, making my head hit the ground with a rather loud smack! I winced but didn’t let the pain—or the killer headache—show; they were both far too happy for me to ruin their mood with a scolding.
“Hey, guys!” I greeted them with a laugh. “Miss me?”
“You were gone for years!” They complained.
“I was gone for a few hours,” I corrected them with a grin.
“In school, an hour equals a year,” Adam said seriously and I couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.
“I’m glad you already understand that,” I said, still laughing quietly. Tatum shot me a smile and I said, “Okay, time to let Kris up so she can take Tatum home.”
In response to this, Tatum and Adam shared a look then each held one wrist down, pinning me to the ground with a slight giggle.
I sighed. “I said let Kris up not hold her down,” I said, pretending to pout.
“No can do!” Tatum said with a smile.
“Oh? And why not?” I inquired, raising a curious eyebrow. “Are you being possessed?”
“No!” Tatum said with a giggle. “I just don’t want to leave Adam all alone! So we gotta stay here till Josh comes to pick Adam up, ‘kay?” She gave me the most innocent look then I groaned.
“Lovely, just lovely,” I muttered, not refusing because I didn’t want an angry Tatum on my hands—not tonight, at least. I was too busy to deal with that.
I must’ve sat there, pinned to the ground, for at least ten minutes—listening to Adam and Tatum talk and giggle—until Josh finally arrived. He raised an eyebrow at me when he saw me.
“This is your fault, you know,” I told him, in a slightly irritated mood—but it wasn’t his fault our little siblings were maniacs.
“I just got here!” he exclaimed, wide-eyed. “What could I possibly have done, while I wasn’t even here?”
“Because of you, I’ve been pinned to the ground for the past fifteen minutes because Tatum didn’t want to leave Adam alone, and Adam didn’t want Tatum to leave unless he could leave as well.” I shot him a look at Adam and Tatum let go of me and I sat up, rubbing the back of my head slightly painfully—It’d hit the ground on the fall, and I had a thrashing headache that was killing me.
Josh offered me his hand and I took it, letting him help me to my feet. “Sorry,” He said with an apologetic smile. “I was…sorting some things out.” He nodded slowly, seeming satisfied with his excuse.
“Whatever,” I sighed. “I’ll catch you tomorrow.” I took Tatum’s hand and gave both Adam and Josh a lazy wave over my shoulder as Tatum and I bean leaving the building, Tatum giving a slight yawn and me letting out a sigh.
“Wait!” Josh called after me, grabbing me by the wrist and gently tugging me back as Adam did the same to Tatum—Talk about family resemblance.
I sighed and let him spin me around, Tatum doing the same as I got a somewhat ironic expression—so, perhaps, it wasn’t just Adam and Josh who had “Family resemblance”. I laughed quietly to myself then quickly righted my expression to make it seem bored and irritated—the less happy I seemed, the more hesitant he would be to ask…right?
“What now, Josh? I haven’t got time for games Lilly is in the car.” Just for emphasis, I tapped my foot on the ground a few times, raising my eyebrow in question and even going so far as to cross my arms over my chest—If I was going for it, I might as well go all out, right?
Josh paused and, for a moment, I thought he’d caught the hint and decided against asking but right as the thought came into my head he asked, “Want to hang out?” Josh was just too thickheaded for hints, I suppose…
“No, did you not hear me? Lilly is in the car—I can’t just leave her there who knows what she’ll get into, where she’ll go, and what she’ll do if I’m not back soon; I’ve already kept her waiting, she’s probably bored.”
“I’ll text Eli and tell him to keep Lilly company,” Josh suggested. “C’mon, we haven’t done anything together!”
“Maybe there’s a reason for that…” I grumbled, more to myself then anything.
“Sorry, what?” Josh gave me a quizzical look.
“Nothing, nothing,” I said, waving it off. “I’ll give you thirty minutes and we can’t go off school property,” I warned him.
“Alright,” Josh agreed and I mentally groaned. Did nothing deter him? I gave him thirty minutes and only school property! Good god there was something wrong with this boy… “Want to get some ice-cream?”
“I said no going off school property,” I reminded him with a stern look for good measure.
“I know,” He replied easily, looking at me with the calmest expression.
“If we can’t go off school property,” I began explaining slowly, as if talking to a child. “Where do you suppose we’ll get ice cream?”
“Gee, I don’t know, the cafeteria?” Josh gave me an odd look that looked like it was asking, What Elementary did you go to? All cafeterias have ice-cream…
“Whatever,” I said with a shrug, checking my phone. “You’ve got 20 minutes left.”
“Nuh-uh! There’s no way that conversation took ten minutes!” He exclaimed, giving me a look accompanied by wide-eyes.
“Okay, so, I rounded a bit,” I said with a some what devilish grin and Josh made a face.
“I’m so not letting you keep the time,” He grumbled and checked the time on his watch.
“And I’m not letting you keep it, either,” I replied.
“What!? Why? What did I do that’s proved me unworthy of keeping time?” Josh sniffed as if my comment had hurt his feelings and I gave a little laugh.
“Nothing, I just don’t trust you is all.” I grinned and my comment earned a fake sob from him. “Oh hush, you crybaby, times-a-wasting!” I grinned at him and he turned right away and began leading Me—and only me, since Adam and Tatum already knew where the cafeteria was—towards it. Once there, I just begged this would fly by quickly…
And fly by it did.
Because before I knew it, ten minutes turned into twenty, turned into forty, turned into an hour. If it hadn’t been for Tatum’s stomach grumbling, I’m sure I could’ve spent a lot more time talking to Josh.
I glanced at my watch and cursed. “I thought you were keeping time!?” I exclaimed, some-what annoyed with Josh.
“You told me that you were keeping time!” He protested, wide-eyed with innocence.
“And you told me you were!” I groaned and quickly threw away the wrapped of my second—perhaps third…--Ice cream and quickly grabbed Tatum’s hand. “See you at school tomorrow!” I called. Good god I hoped I wasn’t late! Heather and Cindy would kill me if I was!
I quickly ushered Tatum to the car and opened the door. She promptly hopped into her car seat and waited for me to help strap her in.
“Sorry it took so long, Lilly,” I told her with an apologetic smile as I messed with Tatum’s seat belt.
“Lilly?” Tatum blinked, giving me a look. “Who’re you talking to, Sissy?”
“I’m talking to Lilly, Tatum. She’s sitting in the front seat,” I told her with a roll of my eyes—sometimes she said the oddest things.
“Sissy…Lilly isn’t in the front seat…”Tatum told me slowly and watched as every movement I was making froze and my eyes grew wide, looking terrified.
“Tatum, that isn’t funny,” I said and quickly whirled around and glanced in the mirror, hoping to find Lilly struggling against giggling so her act wouldn’t be given up or something like that—anything, really.
But I didn’t find Lilly trying not to giggle.
I didn’t find her smiling at me.
I didn’t find her coloring.
I didn’t find her sitting in the front seat with her head leaned against the window, asleep.
I didn’t find her.
“Lilly?” I whispered and quickly pulled myself out of the car, throwing open the front seat--just to be sure--before whirling around, my eyes frantically scanning the area around me, looking for her familiar blond hair and blue eyes anywhere.
Lilly was gone.