Chapter 1.

This time, things have made sense in my life. A new one, more clearer and with me being in simple routine.

Go to school, live the rest of my remaining teen years and have hopes and dreams, and of course, prevent my mind from travelling back to a time, where my mind was in lockdown. Where life just passed me by and the world felt heavy on my shoulders, the moment I had no grasp on anything, but just let things come to me, at once.

Now here I am, staring myself in the mirror, actually liking what I see, someone who takes it easy and actually receiving each day as it comes.

I've grown up since two years ago, I'm more careful about a few things, thinking things over and giving myself a chance to live for me, though it's hard sometimes because I tend to grow  soft,  when it comes to my loved ones or anyone who seems sincere enough, I guess it's in my nature.

That's part of the reason, I only have a few people in my circle, to not be too open and vulnerable for just that someone, who's intention might not be good.

I'm liking where I'm going, I just need to accept, that one of the biggest decisions I had to make two years ago, was right for me and of course him.

Shaking my head, I exit the restroom just as some girls from one of my classes enters, greeting me along the way. I make my way to my locker, where two of my friends are leaned against it, busy in conversation.

The first to turn is Mikayla, but we usually call her MK, since she's a bit of a tomboy and thinks her name, is too girly for her. Though I disagree with that, I just let her be. She's quite a tall brunette with big brown eyes, has that athletic figure and the scariest and meanest look when you piss her off.

My other friend, Lucia is quite a charming , short ball of fire, her auburn hair adding to her attitude. She's so beautiful with doll like blue eyes, the most gorgeous legs that look longer when she wears high heels. She's a little paler compared to Mikayla and well, I cant compare her to me, because I'm mixed raced.

As fiery as she can be, one person who seems to tame that fire is none other then Charlie, her boyfriend, the opposite of Lucia. He's the coolest guy to hang out with, calm and collected, has a big heart, good looking in that boy next door way, plays basketball and totally adores Lucia. As crazy as she can get sometimes, she has him wrapped around her little finger.

I totally love these kids.

" Please tell her that a day without seeing Charlie won't kill her." MK says, pointing her thumb towards Lucia.

"It might not do so but I'll be bored for the rest of the day." she huffs, slumping against the next locker.

" Hey , what are we here for?" I ask, feigning offense.

" Yeah yeah...just that Charlie is the only one who can -"

" Stop right there sister, we already know where the sentence is heading, so just...." Mk says, holding up her hand with an uncomfortable look on her face.

One thing to know about Mk is that she's not big on romance and soppy things, so anything cute coming from Lucia usually is too soppy for Mk, her words not mine.

" Well no...not really. I don't know what she was going to say, so I'd like to hear." I tease Mk, who gives me a look.

" Yes, don't you see that Sky is innocent and new to all things romantic." Lucia adds, seeming to really take in my words and somehow believing them.

For some reason, Lucia in a part of her mind, she thinks I'm some girl who's been sheltered in her life and just now, I'm discovering new things. Little does she know that I've walked through some areas that had landed me, in the face of a mirror , where at times I asked myself of who I am.

"Sure she's a doll, a Darling , sweetheart, most precious..." Mk dramatically declares, holding an invisible mic in front of her.

"Oh please, too much...you're making me blush" I play along, acting like a shy girl being flattered.

We all laugh at this  , earning a few eyes due to our not so nice laughs.

The bell rings, letting us know that we only have a few minutes to get to homeroom. Thankfully we are all seniors.

" Seriously though, I miss him and I just want to cuddle him until he's better and I'll give him so many kisses..." Lucia says, as we make our way to class.

" Okay, shut it....you can demonstrate it to a sick Charlie after school." MK says, rolling her eyes.

" Wish he could witness this for himself, you all soppy and lost without him." I say.

" Hey, don't spill, I don't want him to get a big head now." She warns,  giving me a playful glare.

" Well we  won't have to if you just change the subject, remember...singles here." Mk gestures to the both of us.

" Okay okay...singles, did you know there's rumoured to be a new student in our school?" Lucia asks, just when we enter homeroom.

" Again, a rumour." Mk adds, taking a seat right after Lucia, since both are deskmates.

I, on the other hand am grateful for the single desk, due to Mr Greene's small cupboard behind me, filled with old worksheets, examplers , and so forth. He doesn't really believe in the internet,  more of the old school type of learning, through an actual book, rewriting stuff.

" Well apparently it's a guy, who came with his parents to survey the school last Friday."  Lucia says, ignoring Mk.

" Again rumours." Mk buts in, rolling her eyes.

" They must have been looking for a really good school then." I mumble, thinking of a time when both my parents and I would survey all schools available.

Now I normally take such responsibilities by myself, things just aren't the same anymore.

" Well...." The entrance of Mr Greene interrupts Lucia.

Forgetting about everything else, the morning routine begins, starting with the register.

Now normally I don't pay any mind towards the morning, or what happens in homeroom, because of how I can easily get lost in mind while staring out the window. But today is different, I'll tell you why.

As Mr Greene calls out names and people either respond, nod or put up their hands.. At the precise moment my name is called, someone enters into our class unannounced, earning everyone's attention except Mr Greene, who calls out my name once again. This time more loudly.

I'm too stuck to really respond, not because I don't hear him or I feel embarrassed by him calling my name so loud, no. It's because at this very moment, everything I've worked so hard to keep at the back of my mind and try move on from, stares right back at me. All in the presence of him.