CAROLINE's Point of View:
I wake up the next morning with a head dizzy from all the thoughts that floated about inside. I'd have stayed in bed for the whole day if it were my room; my bed. But it wasn't. Woah, back up. I'm not on a boy's bed or anything. I had slept on Juliet's spare. Sure it was comfortable, but did that stop me from tossing and turning all night long? Nope. I'd barely had a wink of sleep.
Juliet on the other hand snored up a storm. She should've been the one up all night. From guilt. She was the one that had been fooling around with some other girl's boyfriend. When will she learn, honestly. She went to a party, had a little too much to drink, and escorted a 'taken' boy upstairs. This happens at practically every party I tag along to. But this time she got caught. And not by just any girl, but Erin Wandat. You do not mess with this girl, ever. It's not that she's a bitch or anything, or even a bad person. She just has the awesome ability of making your life a living hell.
She's the kind of popular that isn't really considered popular. Everybody knows her and everybody likes her. But to be considered popular at Birchmount you gotta know you're A-B(itch)-Cs.
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A: Attach; to be constantly attached to the arm of Mr. Guy-for-that-week, or to be attached to other girls who have their A-Bitch-Cs down pact. (Erin, can be a bit of a player.)
Bitch: To bring drama wherever, whenever. (Not often. Mainly, the girls who trail behind her are the ones that cause a fuss.)
C: Clueless (Nah, she's an Honour Roll student.)
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D: Down and Dirty!! (Nope, she's close to being a prude, but revealing in clothes' selections at the same time. So really all she is, is a tease:)
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So she does not qualify as a popular, but she's got enough people that love her. And they will whoop your ass any day if you as much as pester her.
I roll out of bed to see Juliet still dozed off in her own large comforter. Poor schmuck. That's no way to spend a beautiful Saturday morning! I pull on my robe that I had packed along with my toothbrush and extra clothes. I ran out the bedroom door and through the large echoing hallway of her mansion. I quickly wave to their maid Greta and continue my journey to her kitchen. When I return to Juliet's room I place the two aspirins and glass of water on her night table. She's gonna need it.
After occupying her washroom for about an hour, I say my goodbyes and escort myself to the nearest bus stop. Spending the next forty minutes in a bus, should help to clear my head right?
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Wrong.
By the time I arrive at the pool, I've made no process, whatsoever. It's like I'm taking two steps forward and three steps back. I can't get them out of my head. Why won't they leave me be? Joe... All the years I knew him, I had never thought he'd grow up to be so damn attractive. I also never thought he'd grow up to be a total jerk. Ugh, he is so rude. But Kevin... He hasn't changed so much. Like he's still my big brother. Not my Real brother but he had always looked out for me, but then... my mom died.
Mom... I miss you so much. Can you tell? I know I don't talk about you much anymore, but it's not because I'm forgetting you. I'd never. And even if dad doesn't want to admit it, he'd never either. He tries to though, I know he does. And I'm afraid. So afraid. Of losing him too mom. With each drink, it's harder for me to reach out to him. What if I loose reach forever? Forever is a long time. Does forever really exist mom? Because you promised to be here with us forever. Why? Why did you lie!
That's when I realize I'm crying. My heavy sobs send trembles through my body. My heart is aching and I hate it. I hate crying. Through the blur of the tears in my eyes, I can see the other girls in the change room staring. Just staring. Stop! Go away! Do you find this entertaining? How dare you? How dare I? How dare I give into this emotion. Giving into the pull of crying is like giving up. And I'm no quitter. If I quit, I'd be like my mom. She quit on me and my dad. Why? Because we weren't good enough? Was that it mom?!
This doesn't help, I can barely breathe now. I gotta get out of here. I grab my bag and run. Where? Even I don't know.
All of a sudden I'm locked in an embrace. I bury my head, and sobs, in his chest. I can feel his hands stroke my wet hair, and I can hear his soothing voice in my ear.
"Invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away. Just let it out, Ma Camarade."
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PART 1: [AN: I'm guessing a lot of ppl may not have liked this chapter. ): but I love it. It's an emotional rollercoaster. For Caroline, and for me when I wrote it. If you want my advice, listen to Straitjacket Feeling -- The All American Rejects while reading the last bit of this chapter starting at 'Wrong.' LOL it really sets the mood I was trying for. :P
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JustALoveStoryy05 3 years ago
PART 2: Oh and the last sentence of the chapter is an actual quote: "Invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away. Just let it out, my friend. ~Adabella Radici" but I just changed 'my friend' into French, so it would fit with the story more.] OH MY GODDNESS 52 SUBS!! AHH :D:D Thanks so much guys! This is unbelievably fantastic! I love you all and I really do hope you're enjoying my stories :)
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JustALoveStoryy05 3 years ago