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Things I'd tell my 16 year old self

I would tell my sixteen year old self:
  1. Grow your hair! Do not keep cutting it!
  2. Get rid of those lame, stupid, bitchy friends you hang out with. They're not going to be there after high school.
  3. When you have a massive fight with them at the end of the year, do change schools like your mother suggests. It probably would've been for the best.
  4. Change your subjects in school to ones you actually like and study.
  5. STUDY!
  6. When you get drunk at the after party after the semi formal, do laugh when you and rhiannon lock sharlyce out of her own bedroom while she vomits, [it isn't so mean] and do tell sharlyce off for trying to copy your look.
  7. Be a better older sister. Seriously.

Writer's Block: Starstruck

Have you ever met anyone famous?
I've met Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy), Evanna Lynch (Luna Lovegood), Claire Kramer (Glory from Buffy/Courtney from Bring It On) and Julie Benz (Darla from Buffy/Angel).

Lost, Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any characters.

Chapter One: 48 Hrs

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September 22nd.

It's the day my best friend goes missing. I don't know until I'm being pulled out of biology and into the principal's office.

"Mariah?" Mr Johnson asked.

I looked up at him. A police detective is standing behind him. "Yes?"

Mr Johnson re-clasps his hands, obvious that something is wrong. Why else wasn't he ranting about something. "This morning, it was discovered that Hilary Tachibana was missing."

I look up at him. Hilary is missing? What? Since... "When?" I asked him. Hilary Tachibana is my best of fourteen years. And now she was missing.

"Her mother apparently saw her last night before she went to bed. Have you spoken to Hilary?"

Yesterday, after school. 'I'm going to take a trip down the yellow brick road down the rabbit hole' that's what she last said to me, but I'm not telling him. It just makes Hilary sound loony and like she's been smoking pot. "The last time I spoke to her was yesterday. At school. That's it."

"Did she mention anything lately about... running away? Or anything like that?"

I shook my head. Hilary once spent 17 hours missing back in the ninth grade. She decided that she wanted to join the circus, did so and then broke her wrist trying to do a back-flip. "Hilary wouldn't do something like that." I look down at my watch. 11:33. "I'm sure of it."

Mr Johnson looks at me. He's concerned. Hilary Tachibana's best friend. And I don't know anything. "If you think of anything, just come and tell me. Anything." I'm allowed to go and I rush out of his office. There is no way I'm going back to biology. Instead, I'm roaming up towards the north corridor, towards the student car park and the library. My best friend is missing. Missing. What do they mean by missing? Was she kidnapped? Did she runaway? How can she just not be there? I look up at the sound of sneakers hitting the ground. Kai Hiwatari. Late as usual. He was rushing down the hall, his sidekick open in his hand. He looked pale. Like he just thrown up everywhere. He breezes past me. I've never been on his radar as a friend, even though Rei is friends with him. Everyone is nice to me. I guess it's the perks of being the girlfriend of quarterback of the football team. Rei and I have been dating since freshman year. My phone vibrates and it's a message from Rei, asking if I'm coming back to biology. I step outside and breathe in the fresh air. I look over to my left and there is a puddle of vomit. I was right.

$#

I pull up out the front of Hilary's house. Hilary's mom must be home because her car is there. There's another car, I presumed it was her grandfathers and then Hilary's. Silver Mitsubishi lancer, a present from her grandfather for her sixteenth birthday. Her mother hated how her grandfather splashed out on Hilary, but Hilary loved it. I get out my car and walk up to Hilary's. Like usual, it was littered with junk, clothes and her school books. I was hoping to see her handbag or her cell, like it was some kind of really, really bad joke that I was experiencing or I was dreaming. Am I dreaming? Because I can't think this would actually happen in real life. Or maybe Ashton is punking me? I pinch myself. Nope, definitely not a dream and I can't see any camera men anywhere. I walk up the front stoop and knock on the front door.

"Oh, Mariah." Ms Tachibana says as she opens the door. She grabs me and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Ms Tachibana. I came straight away after I heard."

She pulls away, and looks up. "School... you should be in school." Tears well up in her eyes. "Hilary should be in school." She started sobbing.

I awkwardly patted her on the back. What was I meant to say? Yes, Ms Tachibana, normally would be in school, but you see, she likes to blow off fifth period. "I know." She lets me into the house and leeds me into the living room. Hilary's grandfather stares at me. I've met him about twice ever and all I know about him is that he is rich, powerful and down right scary. "Hello." I said, quietly.

"Mariah." He nodded his head.

Ms Tachibana has gone into the kitchen, leaving me alone with him. I sit across from him, on the couch, dropping my bag like a loud thud. This isn't what I was expecting what i'd do today, when I woke up. I thought it would be like any other Wednesday. That i'd go to school, spend my lunch period listening to the boys talk about football, Hilary talking about some conquest that she'd try to snag at the up-coming party, that she'd tell me little clues into her normal psycho babble routine of craziness. But no. It's 12:13 and I'm in her living room, sitting across from her grandfather after learning that, she is in fact, gone.

"Tea?"

I turn around. "Yes, Please." I took the hot mug out of Hilary's mom's hands and set it down. I look down at my hands. "How long has Hilary been missing?" I asked.

Hilary's mom looked down. "I don't know. I went to bed at 10 last night and I woke up at 7 and she was gone." She looked over at Hilary's grandfather. "Her window was open slightly and her cell is gone."

It seemed a little unusual that Hilary still had her cell, if she was running away or had been kidnapped. I know if I ran away, I would take my cell, because of all the fancy technological stuff that could trace your every move. I look up at the stairs. "Could I see her room?" I asked. "Please?"

"Sure." I rushed up to the stairs, and walked along the hallway. As long as I've known Hilary, she had always lived in this house. She lived with her mom. Hilary's dad's never been in her life. I don't even know his name or seen a picture of him. I opened Hilary's door. Still messy and still smelled funky. Hilary was the biggest slob I've ever met. Her bed was unmade, half of the sheets were hanging off. Her clothes were spilling out of her drawers. I wonder if any of them were missing. She had tons of clothes so it would be impossible to tell. I poked around her bedside table. The letter I had written her yesterday was sitting there, open. I lifted it up, re-reading what I had written. Our plans of our prom dresses. The plan to get Hilary a prom date. How I was gunning to go to Sarah Lawrence next fall. How I didn't know how I was going to leave her next fall. I looked underneath the letter. A movie ticket stub. Hilary saw The Town last night at 6:45. Hilary never mentioned going to the movies. Did she go alone? Who would she go with other than me? Tyson? No, they broke up over a year ago now. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of them getting back together. After everything that happened after they broke up? No way. I opened the drawer. Hilary's journal. I grabbed her journal and jammed it into my bag. Along with the movie ticket. Standing back up and walking towards her closet I noticed her notice board. It was full of photos. Photos of Hilary and I growing up. Tears started to form. My best friend was missing. I was beginning to think she was hiding secrets from me.

%

Hilary's journal was in my closet. I hadn't even opened it. I couldn't open it. I had a plan of confronting Tyson. To work if he was the one with Hilary the night before she went missing. The ticket was burning a hole in the back of jeans.

"Mariah!" I turned around. Ray, in his letterman's jacket, was running towards me. "Babe!" He hugged me. "I heard."

I looked up at him. "About Hilary?" I asked. We lived in a semi small town. People were bound to talk.

"Yeah, how you dealing?" He asked as we began to walk down the hall.

I shrugged my shoulders. "The best way I can. I just can't believe she's not here."

"Either can I. Usually she's walking down the hall, winking at some boy or talking about... stuff she usually goes on about." He squeezed my hand. "She'll be back before you know it."

"Kon! Dude!"

Ray turned around. He waved. "I have to go. But I'll call you later?" I nodded. He kissed my forehead and left.

I felt more alone than before. I really didn't have any friends other than Hilary and Ray. Sure, people spoke to me but I was never rarely without Hilary and if Hilary wasn't around, Ray would. I kept walking towards my home-room. I looked up and walking towards me was Kai Hiwatari. He didn't look as pale as yesterday, but he had a worried expression on his face. He stared at me as we walked closer to each other. I looked away. I felt his eyes still on me. I turned around. Kai Hiwatari wasn't late for once.

$%^

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my closet. Hilary's journal had been burning a hole in my mind all day long. Hilary had mentioned countless times that she did have a journal and I had always been curious to what she'd write in there. Hilary wasn't exactly a secret keeper and told me everything about her life. Her relationships with boys. Her relationship with her mother. Her thoughts on everything and everyone. Her journal wouldn't be that much more different to what she said right? I bolted up and grabbed it out. I closed my eyes and breathed in. I opened the cover and read the date at the top. January 21st.

I am going down the yellow brick road of loneliness.
Nobody understands what I think.
I feel like I'm all alone in this world.
Not even Mariah would understand.
She's never alone. Ray's always with her or I am.
Mariah is the loveliest person in the world, but I can't explain this to her.
She just wouldn't understand.
She'd think I'm some kind of weirdo.
Some kind of emo kid. Someone who just wants attention.
I don't want attention. I just don't want to be alone.

I stared at the first entry. My best friend couldn't even trust me with her thoughts. What kind of best friend was I if she couldn't? I closed the journal and placed it in my bedside table. I couldn't read anymore. I could barely stomach the first entry. I leaned back on my pillows. I knew Hilary but I had the feeling I really didn't know her. I now was on a mission to find out.

I hadn't confronted Tyson yet to see if he had gone to the movies with Hilary. Luckily he was in the library during study hall. I had told my gym teacher that I was having "troubles" and needed to desperately sit down. I walked into the library, looking for the familiar yellow and red cap and loud noise but I found instead, the cap next to his book bag and him being quiet for once in his life. I dropped down into the seat in front of him. "Hi." I said, giving him a smile as he looked up.

Tyson leaned back in his chair. "What are you doing?" He asked. Tyson and I weren't exactly on good terms. Even while he was dating Hilary. They dated for almost two years until he dumped her on the first day of school last year. He didn't exactly give her a reason but I had the feeling huge had been the demise of their relationship. "Look, I don't know where she is."

"Did I ever said you had something to do with it?" I asked. I reached into my back pocket and grabbed the ticket. "Did you go to the movies with her the night before she disappeared?"

Tyson looked down at the ticket and looked back up. "Yes I did. But she invited me. She said she had something to discuss with me."

Hilary had gone with Tyson to the movies. What the... "What did she have to say?"

"We're not getting back together if that's what your wanting to ask. And what she said, I can't repeat. Her words."

I slammed my hand down on the ticket, sliding off the desk and back into my pocket. "Why can't you?"

"Because she said that there will be a time when you'd come to me and ask me why I was with her and what she said. She said not to ever tell you anything except this, Nevermind."

I looked at him. "Nevermind?"

He raised his hands up. "Don't ask me."

I looked away. Outside it was starting to rain. Kai Hiwatari was just outside the window, on his phone. He still looked worried, you could tell by the way he was pacing and frowning. Did Kai Hiwatari have something to do with Hilary's disappearance? I am going to find out.

BSC Meme, Day 2

Least favourite Sitter:

Um, I don't really like Jessi or Mallory but I can stand Jessi a bit more, so, Mallory is my least favourite sitter.
Why?

I get that she's 11 [Everyone is 11 at some point] and that she wants to be more 'grown up' and like the older BSC members, but to me, that makes her seem a little more immature about the way she goes about it. I remember when I was 11, I was a tomboy and into swimming [IT WAS MY LIFE!] and being quite boyish and I didn't hang around girls until about mid-way through the year [I then blossemed into a Stacey or Claudia]. Mallory to me, to things to the extreme in #47 when she went off at her family for not letting her write. I don't get why she just didn't walk to the park or go to the library or something, somewhere by herself.

Meme!

I took this from bookplayer - thinking I'm gonna give it ago.

Fanfic Year in Review- 2011
Fic total:

5 one-shots, multiple multi-chaptered stories updated [finally...]

Overall impressions:

My laptop broke twice this year and has been out of action for almost two weeks, so I'm leaning on my boyfriend's computer right now. I had a goal of writing 15 BSC-related one-shots, I managed 4, mainly because now, I've lost another 3 I had started writing.

This year's events in my life kind of threw me off track with my creative flow, but I managed to keep it going.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?

I wrote more of my multi-chaptered stories, ones I hadn't written in about a year. I always look back at my own work, ones that are uncompleted, and I would stare until I would begin to type. For one-shots, it was a bit harder than normal but it beats 2010's track record.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

I can't say because it's a surprise for anyone reading "Changing Lanes".

What's your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest?

"Changing Lanes" is my favorite story right now. I love writing for it, coming up with ideas and reading everyone's feedback. "Teenage Whore" would have to be my favorite one-shot. I hadn't really seen any stories for Marilyn and Carolyn Arnold. The title is just random choice for when I came up for my own challenge, but when I decieded out of the bunch to write "Teenage Whore", something popped out at me.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

For me, It was contiuning on with posting BSC fics. Since I've started writing fanfics, I've written nothing but Beyblade fics and I was getting too comfortable.

From my past year of writing, what was...

My best story of this year:
"Changing Lanes/Teenage Whore"

My most popular story of this year:

Um... "Teenage Whore" was probably the most popular.... i guess?

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

"Lost"  - I love writing for this story and I want more people to read it!

Most fun story to write:

I tend to write the most depressing scenes and moments so anytime I get Kristy to make a remark is good.

Story with the single sexiest moment:

In "Changing Lanes", Kristy is getting it on with Cary - until she wakes up and says she needs a cold shower.

Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story:
Mmmm... I don't know? Maybe someone should read my stories and tell me... ahahha

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:

The Arnold Twins, which were the main characters in "Teenage Whore"... I don't have a twin, or a sister and I had to read multiple stories just involving them and when I wrote for them, I think it changed my original perception of them to a better one.

Hardest story to write and Biggest Disappointment:

"Exodus" is the hardest story ever. This year in december is 7 years since I've started writing it and I've got at least 25 chapters to go. I've almost revised 10 chapters and I think that's helping a lot.

Biggest surprise:

"We Are All Made Out Of Stars" - which was my first fanfic about the Pike family and involving Claire, who I think is adorable. This story also then helped me write, "The Bitter End".

Most Unintentionally Telling Story:


"Cherry Bomb" kind of describes my personal downfall in 2011.

Now, I'm adding to the meme. Here are my fanfic resolutions for 2012.

Resolutions:

  1. Finish "Changing Lanes"
  2. Finish my BSC 2011 challenge... in 2012.
  3. Get Exodus to the ending point.
  4. Write for babysitters100 and get over halfway by the end of 2012
  5. Finish every planned one-shot/story!

Changing Lanes, Part 1.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Baby-sitters Club or any characters. Changing Lanes. 1. Change. I, Kristy Thomas, hate change. I love patterns and normality. The idea of huge, dramatic changes scare me. When I was thirteen, I wanted to change something every five minutes but then we left middle school and moved onto high school and that's when my fear of change happened. That had been a huge change. I had to learn to grow up. High school was like another culture. My old club, the Baby-Sitters Club, disbanded in the June before hand and silly little me, thought that we'd hang out together in high school too. Claudia and Stacey ditched us before the day ended, hanging out with a more "popular" group than ours. Abby moved to where all the sportos where. It left Mary Anne and Me. For almost two years, that was how it was. Mary Anne and I studied together, ate lunch together and hung out after school together. Then one February day in Sophomore year, I walked into the cafeteria to where Mary Anne and I normally sat and found Claudia sitting there with no Stacey. I never fully found out the full story but I didn't mind the minor hiccup in our daily normal routine. So when I say, that I found Cary Reltin standing in front of the locker next to mine, I was surprised. He was so much more taller from the last time I saw him, which was properly after eighth grade graduation. His hair was a little bit longer. He was skinny and so pale, like he had spent three years in Alaska facing away from the sun. He turned around and smirked as he saw me. "Thomas." He said. "Reltin." I replied, walking towards my locker. Why was he back? Especially after so long. "Long time, no speak." He said, shutting his locker. He seemed to tower of me. I wonder if I even reached his shoulders. "Where were you?" I asked. "Pennsylvania. You look exactly the same." He inched closer. "Still the same-old short ass I've missed toying with." I bit my lip, trying to think of a good come-back. "I'll see you around." He turned around and walked away. My hands shook with anger. God damn him! I opened my locker and pulled a few books out. Only when I was walking down the hall towards homeroom, that I realized Cary Reltin was really back. My watch was missing off my wrist. Read moreCollapse )

30 Day BSC Meme

1. Favourite Sitter

Mmmm... Tough choice. My three favourite's were always Claudia, Stacey and Mary Anne... So I guess I would probably choose Stacey! I think in everything they go through, Stacey's what I invision as the closest relatable 13 year old in the whole series. She goes through a lot, with her diabeties and her parents divorce and how she feels about the BSC being a little babyish (#83/87) and I think she's portrayed pretty realistic.... (Not so much with her fashion choices but... ahaha)

I have no clue what I am doing...

Blah Blah Blah...

I like talking, I can ramble on but I have no people skills really. I'm an awkward person, I usually make people uncomfortable easily and then make myself go, "God damn, Emily."

My name is Emily Jade Tydell (I don't care if you know my real name, my user info is connected to my facebook).
I'm 20, and a piscesian. (My mom said I've always been a piscses and that's why I came out six weeks early) My boyfriend is a cancer which means we get on well. (My Mom and my best friend is also cancers.. which might explain a lot). I have red hair and lots of it... on my head. It grows fast and thick and omg I hate brushing it so I make my boyfriend do it. I'm kind of short, Kind of skinny (to other people; not me), I'm really pale and have lots of freckles (red hair) and blue eyes. I'm the eldest and only girl in my blended family. (Both of my parents have remarried three times) I'm messy, kind of realllyyy lazy and I like to sleep. A lot. Espically during high school. I kind of miss high school but I don't at the same time because I hated a lot of people while I was there.

I HATE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FUCKHEADS AND YOUR LUCKY I DIDN'T GO POSTAL.

I love my boyfriend. A lot. So much sometimes I just want to shake him senseless.... Is that wrong??? He's the best boyfriend ever. He treats my like a real princess.

I like snowglobes, dream catchers, wind chimes, Hello Kitty, cats (I'll probably be a cat lady), books, floral print, the colour black, crosses, feathers, boots, dresses, rainy days, blankies, video games, anime...

My favourite movies are: Little Miss Sunshine, Romeo + Juliet, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Clueless, Lars and the Real Girl, The Dark Knight... I am having a mental blank.

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The Bitter End

Disclaimer: I don't own the BSC or any characters or what happened within the series...

The Bitter End

Watching your entire family fall apart is surreal. It feels like it isn't really happening, that your watching someone else's life being torn apart, until reality sinks in and you realise that your just pretending that everything is okay.

…...

I'm Jordan Pike. Fourteen and a freshman at Stoneybrook High School. I'm one third of triplets and the third eldest of eight. I had spent my entire childhood thinking that my family could stand through everything together. My dad lost his job for a while, and we managed to get back on our feet. We stood together through a lot of tough times, but coming home to find both of your parents sitting there in the living room at 3:30 in the afternoon is never a good sign. Mom looked like she had been crying and Dad's tie was askew. At first I thought someone died, like grandma or grandpa or Mallory had been in accident up at her school but something felt odd. We sat down in front of them like wewere the ones in trouble.

"Mommy?" Claire asked, as she clutched my hand. Claire was the youngest at eight and still had the innocence of much younger. It made me want to protect her even more. She believed that there could be no bad or evil in the world and I guess that was her coping mechanism. "Daddy?"

Mom and Dad exchanged glances before Mom looked straight back at us, her arms folding across her chest like they do when she gets angry. "Go ahead. You tell them what you did." Her voice sounds so angry but at the same time, it sounds like she's about to start crying.

Dad's mouth fell open a little, I guess from the harshness of Mom's words. He clasped his hands together. "Kids... your Mom and I have felt like we should... not be together anymore." He said, slowly, like he was unsure of what he was saying.

"Tell them why, John."

All of our eyes went from Dad to Mom as they stared at each other. A pit grew in my stomach as Dad turned back to us and sighed. "Kids, the reason is because I... cheated on your mother."

"Are you serious?" Vanessa asked, leaning forward. She had a look of disbelief. "Why?"

Mom snorted. "A thing I would like to know too. Why, John? Can you explain it to the kids and me or are you unable to do that?"

Dad rubbed his hands. "I can't just explain why!" He said, tugging at his tie. "Just know that I love you all very much still." He looked sideways. "You will all stay here with your mom and I'll stay at a motel until I can find something more."

I squeezed Claire's hand as I felt it shake a little. "Your getting divorced?" I asked.

Dad's face looked sad. "I don't know yet, son. We haven't worked anything out yet." He said, standing up and walking away.

Claire got up and walked over to mom. "I love you, mommy." She said in a small voice. She hugged mom who started crying. The rest of us just kind of sat there in shock. I didn't know what to say, I guess they didn't either. Were we meant to be angry at Dad? Were we meant to take mom's side? All I felt was numb.

Mom let Claire go, and wiped her eyes. "You kids have homework." She said, standing up. "I should get a start on dinner." Mom left the lounge room.

Vanessa stood up. "I'll help you Claire." She said. Vanessa was smart, she often helped Margo and Claire with their homework. Sometimes Vanessa reminded me of Mallory, always had her head stuck in a book but Vanessa had something Mallory didn't have, this air around her full of confidence. She was one of the most popular girls at SMS.

Claire smiled. "Come on!" She said, tugging at Margo's hand. "You are coming with us."

I stand up and walk up the stairs, into my bedroom that I share with Adam. Last year, the girls decided that they wanted the big room, which was originally shared by all us boys. Byron drew the short stick and had to share with Nicky. It's not that I don't like Nicky, it's just that, he's a bit awkward and doesn't make new friends very well. I take a look at the state of the room, it was very clear that two teenage boys lived in here. It probably even smelt like it, not that I would know. I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes.

/

I slept something crazy like eighteen hours straight. I woke up, feeling like absolute shit and even more tired than I was yesterday. The whole day was a blur. I remember closing my eyes in English and opening them to find myself in gym class in the middle of a game of basketball. After school, I didn't exactly feel like going home. Dad was probably still at work and then going to what ever motel he was staying at. Mom had probably locked herself in her room, and was still crying. I couldn't look at my sad, depressed siblings. I was the eldest now, since Mallory was off at boarding school. I was forty seconds older than Adam, even though we were born on the same day. Instead of going home, I walked towards Brenner park, where not many kids hung out, at least during the day. I had heard of stories about some burnouts at my school hanging out there. I sat down on a park bench and looked around, as expected, no one was here or so I thought. Haley Braddock was walking towards me. Haley was only in the eighth grade and still at SMS, but last year while I was still there, we'd go to dances together, birthday parties and hangout a lot. We weren't exclusive, but I had the feeling she liked me more than I liked her, which always sounds wrong when I think of her. We hadn't talked much since the beginning of the school year.

"Hi." She said, smiling at me as she pulled her backpack off and sat down next to me. "Haven't seen you in a while." She said, giving me a look.

I shrugged. "I'm sorry. High school is crazy, so much homework and my gym teacher wants me to practice basketball as much as possible so I can join the team next year and yesterday, my dad decided to tell us he cheated on my mom so they're probably getting a divorce." I said, realising I was actually telling someone that last part, but this was Stoneybrook, a small town where gossip flies around in no time.

I felt Haley's hand on mine, giving it a small squeeze. "I'm sorry to hear that Jordan." She said. "I feel bad now for being angry at you for not talking to me. It seems so silly when you have problems in your life."

"I think my mom's going to have a mental breakdown. She won't come out of her room or stop crying. My dad, I don't even know why he did it. I thought he loved my mom. You know, I thought they would be together forever, they have eight kids together and like sixteen years of marriage and he ruins it by being with some other woman. Maybe i'm not old enough to understand."

"Jordan, the only thing you can do right now is be there for everyone, including your dad. He made a big mistake, I know. He hurt your mom and she's angry at him, but he's your dad and you can't change that fact. You have a strong heart and I know you can get through this." I turned to Haley. She sounded so mature, then again, she had always been a little more mature for her age. Her younger brother, Matt, was deaf and she defended him at no cost whenever someone made a snide comment or made fun of him. I didn't care that she was thirteen and I was fourteen. There had been a reason that I had hung out with her all those times, gone to dances with her, danced with her (even though I absolutely hated dancing) and thought of her often. I leaned across the bench and placed a kiss on her lips. I pulled away staring at her reaction. "What are you doing?" She whispered.

I leaned closer again. "I don't know."

/

A week later, my mom still hadn't come out of her room. Mrs McGill, my mom's best friend who lived behind us, had cooked us dinner every night and looked after mom. She did our laundry, dishes and even helped Nicky with an assignment. Every night before Claire went to bed, she stood outside mom's room, just staring at the closed door. On the eighth day of the door being closed, I stood outside it. I was meant to be getting ready for school but I was over seeing the door closed and not eating my mom's home cooked dinners or seeing her help Claire and Margo with their homework while cooking dinner, or seeing her collecting all the dirty laundry while complaining about her little "pigs" that she gave birth too. I opened the door. "Mom?" I called, in case she was a sleep.

There was movement on the bed. "Jordan?" She replied.

I walked towards her. "You can tell my voice apart?" I asked as I saw her up close. She looked so tired and sad. It was probably the worst shape I had ever seen my mom in. She looked quite tiny under all the blankets.

A small smile was on her face before it vanished. "Of course I can, sweetheart. What's wrong?"

I looked around. It was so dark and cold in the room. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She sighed. "Honey, sometimes, people go through dark times in their life that is hard for them to cope with. I promise that soon, I'll be back on my feet. Everyday becomes lighter and the darkness goes away."

"I love you, mom." I said, standing up. "I have to go to school."

"Good boy. I love you too, honey."

/

"My dad is at work and my mom is taking Matt up to his specialist appointment." Haley said as she dragged me up the stairs. "So, we are alone for a couple hours." She said, smiling at me as she leaned against her bedroom door. She looked really cute today, her hair pulled back in a braid and she was wearing a cute little sweater and jeans.

"So, what did you want to do?" I asked, putting my hand on the door above her head. I towered over her now.

Haley shrugged. "Whatever you want to do." She said, biting her lip.

I leaned down, close enough for her to think I was going to kiss her and opened the door. "Your room hasn't changed much." I said, looking at her dresser. The last corsage I brought her was in the middle.

Haley flopped down on her bed. "I like keeping the important things."

I turned to her. "So, I have a question to ask you." I said. "It involves...us..." Haley's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "I wanted to know if you wanted to go out. Like boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Haley stared at me. "Are you joking?" She asked, not blinking.

I blinked. "No?" I replied.

Haley flew off the bed and hugged me. "Yes!" She said, squeezing me.

"Babe, I can't breathe."

/

True to my mom's words, things did get better. My mom managed to get out of bed and got the household back to normal, well, as normal as it would ever get to now. My parents officially separated and were divorced by April. My dad moved to a smaller house and we sometimes visited him. It was hard to adjust that our parents were living under separate houses. Christmas was worse, our parents fought over who got us on Christmas day until Vanessa came up with the agreement that we spend Christmas eve with dad and Christmas day with mom. I practised basketball and by the end of the school year, I found out that I was going to be on the junior varisty team starting next year.

"Haley Braddock!" Mr Taylor announced over the microphone.

"Woo! Go Haley!" I shouted as she walked up the stairs and grabbed her diploma. I was still dating Haley, which Adam and Byron teased me a bit about, because she was still in middle school but they couldn't no longer do that, because she was graduating today. After the ceremony, I made my way through the crowd towards her. "Hey." I said, tapping her on the shoulder.

Haley smiled and gave me a quick kiss. "Hey yourself." She said.

"Congratulations." I said.

"Thank you."

"Excited that your now officially a high school student?"

She laughed. "Of course." She rolled her eyes. She leaned up towards my ear. "Did I tell you everything would work out?"

I pulled her into a hug and nodded. "Yes, you did."