Tamara has lost the will to live. School is a blur, home isn't home, and her sun is gone. The warmth and protection she felt from her boyfriend Anthony or in other words her sun is long gone ever since he died in the war. Nothing seems like its going right anymore. She's forced to move away from her home in sunny California to the depressing town of Forks, Washington in order for her parents to save their fallen marriage. Well at least Forks matches her mood. But what's it going to take for her to find her Sun again?
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Ever since Anthony died it seems like my sun is gone, there's no moon not even a tiny dim star its a total eclipse. Every thing I do or see reminds me of Anthony. School, a pencil, cereal, the back of a moving car, my mom, dad, even my stupid hot pink hair brush reminds me of him. After Anthony died things were quiet and peaceful, my parents would come up my room and beg me to get out of bed, they would comfort my crying with a gentle pat on the back or a lullaby from when I was a kid. But after a year they've gone back to yelling, to making things fly around, and to the loud banging sound of doors slamming shut. But I haven't gone back to normal. My giddy smiling self is gone, I now were a sad depressing smile. My bright colorful wardrobe is as black as my world; my quiet, sweet, and up beat music is now loud, sad, and just plain scary scream-o music.
I've lost my way to live.
"Tamara! Get up Tamara do you even hear me," the loud stereo was turned down and I see my moms angry face. "Look a your room! Were moving in three days and your not even packed up! Get up now young lady and put everything in those boxes. When I get back up here I hope to find everything packed up."
Did she even notice the scars on my wrists or the blood stained rag in my clenched hand. I pull on my wrist bands and started packing up. By the time my mom comes up again she finds me in a fetal position on the bed with a photo of Anthony and me on the beach grasped in my bony fingers.
Four days later----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Its late at night when we reach our new home in the depressing town of Forks, Washington. The house is no bigger than a barn. Its creamy white, with big windows that face the front of the house, a cherry blossom tree stands in the front in full bloom despite the guzzling rain shower, the back yard is surrounded by acres and acres of forest. It's warm inside and the movers have placed everything in its right spot, the kitchen and the living room seem like a place right out of an IKEA magazine. My room is painted black, just like I told the painters to do, my curtains are black, the rugs are hot pink, and my bed is a mixture of black and hot pink. I take a shower and get ready for bed. Mom knocks on the door and asks if I want some soup or coffee. I don't answer her and just wallow in the depths of my dark world.
When I wake up I find my curtains are opened wide letting the gray light of the sky fall in. A note from my mom tells me that she's at the grocery store and to get ready for my first day of school. I dress in my usual wardrobe: black hoodie, black skinny jeans, hot pink socks, hot pink under ware and bra, black shoes, my black and white wrist bands, and black eyeliner. I pass dad's home office and hear him making a hushed phone call to Amber (his mistress). Even though dad has another girl and probably another baby in New York he won't get a divorce with mom, he's afraid of paying alimony and her getting half of his money.
I walk out into the rain and make my way towards the school. My car was still getting shipped over here my boat so for know we only had the rental car and mom had taken it to the store- thanks mom. By the time I get there the late bell has already rung and my first period teacher isn't so keen on letting me slide. I know have to spend five minutes after class to have him lecture me on why its important to get to school on the right time.
Second and third period pass by in a blur and the things there learning I've already learned so I'm won't even half to study for the next few months. By fourth period I'm tired and the teacher stuck me next to talking Molly-of course thats not her real name. What is her real name? She's yapping away to her self mostly as I just face forward and nod to what ever she says.
When the bell rings signaling lunch Talking Molly whisks me away towards a group of her friends and forces me to sit there. She introduces me to an acne scared big boobed girl named Carly, another talking Molly named Trixie, a boy with way too much jell named George, and a Mexican who thinks he's a bad butt by wearing a gang affiliated tattoo on the sighed of his neck named Marco. There all yelling and throwing food at each other that it makes my head hurt at one time Marco even brushes his hand up my thigh and winks at me. Ew.
I look backwards and find a skinny Asian with big glasses sitting by himself isolated by a big book he was reading. I got up from where I was sitting with big boobs and pervert to sit with the Asain.
"Hey can I sit with you," I ask him. He looks up from his book and pushes his glasses up with his finger.
He bits his lip and say, "I'm gay." As if those two words were gonna back me sit with the lamoes again.
I sit down and take out my apple, "So my brothers gay."
He looks happy that someone is sitting with him for a change, "Um, I'm CJ and you must be the hot Muslim every one keeps talking about.Tamara. "
I force a laugh, "Actually I'm Mexican."
"Knew it. So what brings you to the small town of Forks?"
I sighed, "My mom thinks that she can win my dad back from his girlfriend if we move to a small town. I"m just glad to move to a town that matches my personality."
He drops his gaze and blushes, "I"m so sorry for asking that question. I do that all the time"
"No need to be sad. I didn't mind the question I'm actually happy to answer it."
He looks puzzled at my reaction as if I was some sort of alien but he quickly changed the subject and asked for my schedule. That when I felt the sudden pulling at my heart.
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It was as if my heart was being pulled from behind me in the direction of Cafeteria entrance. A group of beautiful people stood in front of it and thats when I saw him. His searched as if he to could feel the pull, his black hair was in a buzz cut, he was muscular but there was something about his face. It was child like even his eyes though they searched shined with mischief and playfulness. Finally, his eyes found mine. His eyes were an astonishing brownish green, and a wave of relief fell on me as he stared on. A big goofy grin showed on his face and he waved at me causing his friends to look my way. I looked away, the feeling in my heart was too much, it was over whelming.
CJ stared at me and smiled, "Act fast he's coming over here."
Not good. I could here the sound of his footsteps and with each step my heart jumped in joy. No!, I thought instantly. This feeling that I felt was wrong in my part, even though Anthony had passed on already that didn't mean I moved on so quickly. I grabbed my schedule from a surprised CJ and ran out of there as fast as my feet could carry me.
I ran into the closest room that I could find, lucky it was the library. As a kid I would spend my time in warm libraries of my school and town, the stories that people wrote made me forget about my arguing parents and enter a world of vampires, fairies, wizards, and princess. My favorite mythical creature were werewolves . (:D)
I roamed the quiet library searching for any good books that could make me forget about the problem at hand when I heard the sound of crying. A girl sitting on the floor, her light brown hair was in a braid, her pale completion was turned red from her out burst, her hands covered her face as she continued to cry.
"Hey why are you crying?," I softly asked as I sat next to her on the floor.
She jumped a little at the sound of my voice, she sniffed and cleared her throat before she talked in a thick British accent, "This is my first day of school here with my dad and I just found out that my mum won't be coming until she can get the cash for the airplane fair. Which will take months to do."
I stayed quiet as she continued to cry. She looked at me and groaned, "I must seem like a complete momma's girl to you right? My first day of school and I'm already making a complete fool of myself!" She wailed.
I laughed at her and she cried even louder, "I"m not laughing at you its just this was the same situation I went threw on my first day of Middle school. I won't tell you to stop crying because it better to let it out than keep it in but I will tell you this She'll come so don't worry it may not be today or the next week but she will come. She won't leave you your after all her daughter." I smiled at her and handed her a napkin from my lunch.
She wiped her eyes and sobbed a little before she stopped, "Thank you for staying with me, my names Olivia by the way and you are?"
"I'm Tamara also its my first day here too," I stated and got up from the floor."Come eat lunch with me. There still time for you to eat."
We walked back to the cafeteria. She lived in England for her whole life, her dad had gotten a job here as a police officer a few months back and saved enough money for her mom to come and they would then save enough for Olivia to come but her mom's sister went to the hospital and she was sent before her. i truly felt sorry for the girl but I that wasn't the reason why I asked her to eat lunch with me, she could become a great best friend as the time passed.
CJ was still at the table eating his lunch and reading the book but the boy from before was there to. He tapped his foot and drummed the table with his fingers impatiently as if waiting for someone. Before we even got there he picked up his head and straight at me the goofy smile returned. My heart jumped for joy as it did before, I cussed under my breathe and Olivia turned beat red.
"CJ why did you let him sit here?," I sourly asked him.
CJ lifted of his hands palm up, "He wasn't bothering me so I let him sit here. Also he promised me ten bucks if I could let him wait for you."
I rolled me eyes and sat down, "Oh CJ this Olivia, Olivia this is CJ, she's gonna sit here with us for now on you got a problem with it...deal with it alone."
"Hey I know you! Your that British chick that turned on Haylee when she talked about your mom. I applauded you my fried someone had to teach her a lesson."
Olivia smiled and took out her sandwich. I turned on to the guy as CJ and Olivia talked.
"What do you want?," I demanded.
He looked surprised at my straight forward question, "Well when I was going to ask you something you ran off so I had to wait for you."
I sighed, "So what is this question you so badly had to ask me?"
"Oh just that if you wanted to go out with me this weekend," the question made my heart skip a beat and my face surely flushed an embarrassing pink color.
"I-I don't ever want to go out with you not even if you payed me," I got up from my seat and once again walked away to my next class.
Ring Ring Ring
"Hey Gregory," I yawned into the phone.
He laughed, "How's my little sister doing?"
Gregory was my all time favorite and only brother, it didn't matter that he was gay in the end he was still my caring older brother.
"Just tired, mom and dad are fighting again,"I stated.
He sighed, "What about this time?"
"Dad needs to go "Work" tomorrow his flight leaves this night. Mom's not so happy, I hear fine china breaking," I joked.
He laughed and the turned serious, "How are your wrist?"
I bit my lip I could lie but then he would find out and would get angry, "There's two scars now rather than one but I'll stop I didn't feel any different when I did it. I still feel the same."
"Tamara," his voice was thick with disappointment. "I told you that if you felt depressed again then call me it doesn't matter what time or day just call me."
"But thats the thing Greg!!! I always feel depressed! I can't go a day with out remembering him. Today, a boy asked me out and you know what I did! I turned him down not because I didn't like him but because my mind told me it was wrong that Anthony would still want to be mourned!," I sobbed into the phone. "I'm scared Gregory, what if I never stop feeling depressed what if my only option is --"
"Don't! Don't think like that! Don't you ever think like that or I swear I'll-I'll,"then he broke down."This will pass I know it will okay hun. Don't be scared you'll find your sun again, I promise."
He hung up soon after that. His words whirled in my mind as I drifted to a darkness of sleep.
'You'll find your sun again, I promise.'
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