❤ Fine Lines ❤ 25/2/18 ❤ Ever After Part 8
http://i.imgur.com/8luoHAM.png WHAT GENRE: Romance, Drama, Self Discovery Abby Greene : Drama Queen, singing star, brat, diva or just confused ... take a pick! Abby has reached the stage o...
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CHAPTER TWO - How Do We Just Walk Away?
It had been an exhausting week. I was sure I was developing some kind of mental illness because my moods were so erratic and I was intensely sad. I still no one to talk about it with because everyone else was more important than me. This was their divorce and I was just 'the child' that got dragged through it. If they saw what was happening through my eyes then they might feel a little more sympathetic and not be so self involved.
This week I had to tell my best friend that I knew nearly as long as my parents that I was leaving her. Mum and dad had only 4 extra years on Rachel, and she was like my sister, my fam. How could I leave her? We broke down together, and did a lot over the week every time I spoke of going away.
The days just flew past. Too quick for my liking. It was one of them weeks where it was already Friday and the boxes just increased by the day. The first day there was one. And now there was at least 15 stacked in the lounge room. I actually refused to pack my room, but mum had been packing things while I was at school most days. I felt it was the was my only way I could protest the move.
Only yesterday I had an argument with my mother about moving, but her words were, “We’re moving and that is final!” If only I was 2 more years older, I wouldn’t find my life in so much turmoil right now. It just wasn’t fair. I wanted the choice to be able to pick where I was going. There was nothing for me in Perth and I knew that finding friends there would be next to impossible considering my how old I was now. Everyone would already have their cliques and have friends from the start of high school.
Before school on my last day in Adelaide, I was sitting in my room with an open box of my belongings that mum had packed the day earlier. I got upset looking at some of the memories that I had come to treasure. The pile in the box was just getting higher and I couldn’t avoid the inevitable because it was getting packed for me.
I was still not accepting this rubbish!
I grabbed pieces from the boxes and threw them back in angrily when it linked me to something here. I didn’t even care that I smashed things when I threw them in roughly. I flew off my chair and saw another slightly closed box. I flicked open the flaps and peered into a box full of clothing. They were perfectly folded. But It didn’t stop me scrunching up a huge pile and jamming them back in my closet. I slammed the closet drawers closed several times, trying to squash them all inside.
Go and pack it again Mum. Quit touching my stuff!
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I was still in a fit of anger when Rachel turned up in my door way. She always showed up the same way every school morning. With her head glued on her phone screen and barely making eye contact with me. But the obvious clicking of her nails against her phone screen was enough for me to know she was there. I didn’t want to go today. I had done all this week and this was my last full day in Adelaide. I didn’t want to spend it going to school. Finally Rachel looked up from her phone,
“You ready woman?” she asked. Giving me a look up and down. “I mean you’re not even in your uniform hun,” she continued. I fell asleep last night in my after school clothes, and the only thing that had changed about me today is that I had tied my hair back in a ponytail.
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I stared in the mirror as my best friend pulled the band from my ponytail and began brushing my hair. She always did give me a final beauty check before we left for the bus stop. She looked at me in the mirror as I looked at myself.
“I’m not ready Rach,” There was a double meaning to what I said. I wasn’t ready to go ... to leave, and I wasn’t ready for school, though the first statement was truer.
“I can see that. But you should try. Don’t you want to say goodbye to peeps?” Rachel asked.
“Goodbyes are hard, I’d rather avoid it. I’ve cried enough this week.” Rachel grabbed some makeup remover pads and shoved them at my chest.
“Take your makeup off, your mascara is everywhere …” This was Rachel’s way of trying to get me to go. Some mornings were just like this. She was a good motivator normally, but not today.
It was supposed to be my last day at Adelaide High ... and personally I didn’t really care about going. Of course I was a popular girl at school, but most people were just fake and didn’t feel like my ‘real’ friends. Most of them would back-stab me at the first chance they got or just bring unnecessary drama into my life. It was actually a pretty normal thing for me to go through a different bunch of girls every semester. Rachel was my only constant friend. I had no plans to even bother to say good bye to my teachers because I wasn’t going to miss that h*** hole at all.
Anyways, If I did go to school I would have exited the place with a cheery good riddance!
“So I guess we aren’t going to school today?” Rachel asked after I hadn’t bothered to remove my makeup.
“I’m seriously considering not ...” Rachel shrugged and sat on my bed and peered into the box that was unopened. She rolled her eyes and gave me a half grin before looking somewhat glum.
“So want to skip your last day?” she asked again.
“Yeah. I am depressed as.” I said coming to sit on the bed. Rachel patted my shoulder and replied,
“No worries hon, I’ll stay and help you pack if you want. It’s not the first time we’ve skipped school. And this is your last day here. Mum won’t care if I don’t go…”
“I don’t want to pack Rach, packing is like accepting and considering this change. The only thing I’m considering right now is running away!” I said crossing my arms.
“And what will that do? You will get found and still end up having to go anyway.” I kind of wanted her to say YES! Do that. But she was right. But it did seem like such a great idea. I know I could run away but I really had nowhere to run to. And I couldn’t even contemplate living on a street. I shivered at the thought of it.
After 9am, it was definitely set in stone that I wasn’t going. I got texts galore asking where I was but I ignored all of them. I got off my bed and picked up a few decorative boxes from behind my piano. I sat it atop of my piano and began throwing things away that were pointless to keep. I stared over at Rachel on her phone and scoffed at her.
So much for helping me pack Rach. Your hopeless girl.
Rachel was the kind of girl who had never lifted a finger in her life. I swear she opened a garbage bag for me and then was distracted by a text and hadn’t continued doing anything with the bag since.
“What?” she said looking up. I put my hands on my hips and shook my head.
“Are you wagging school today and texting or did you really want to help me? I could use a hand because I’m totally suffering here.” Rachel closed her phone and came over to me,
“I am, sorry babe. I am so yours now. I just got a text from a cute guy from school. He sent me a picture without a shirt on. It was so hot!” Her comment made me sigh out loudly. She giggled and just had to show me. I looked into her phone as she had to get my approval.
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“Ok, okay. It’s gone. Helping 100% now promise…” Rachel said placing her phone in her pocket.
To my surprise she helped me fold and pack … even scrub my walls from where band posters were. I was shocked actually. Over all the years of us being friends, I’d never seen her do so much cleaning. The surprising part was her cleaning under my bed. I hadn’t even done that in years. She was down on her knees pulling things up and even building a sweat. Suddenly, Rachel’s mental cleaning frenzy came to a halt. She frowned and turned a thick book around that had “Abz and Rach” on it. I watched her from my piano when she was flipping through. I headed over when I saw her get emotional. We started looking through pictures and began to reminisce about all the good times we had. I put my arm around her and assured her,
“Rach, it’s not the last time were going to see each other. There are always school breaks. Plus you’re my fam …” She frowned and forced a smile. Rachel was such an optimist about relationships, she had even rambled on about the thought of my parents getting back together during the week. I was so negative about everything now that I couldn’t consider any positive idea.
I mean how I could be positive about a reconciliation when there was a huge for sale sign on our front lawn.
Later that night when Rachel went home I hit my box of sheet music. I had written so many sad songs, in the past. I felt the need to play something that reflected how I felt. I gathered the sheet music for every depressing song I had played on piano for the last 5 years. I wanted to get upset; I had barely said a word in the last week. And I wanted to break the silence.
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Mum came in to check on me; she always did when she heard my piano. She was looking a bit happier today than other days. I figured it would be a good time to question her because she wasn't crying or looking upset.
“Can I ask what happened mum? What went wrong…?” she sighed out loudly and gave me one of them I don’t want to talk about it looks. Which made me sigh too.
“Look we will talk about it later, I just don’t think you will understand.”
Dad said the same thing last week! No answers again. I’m not dumb!
I had a few little boyfriends on my own, but I wasn’t about to try and understand adult problems and why they couldn’t just figure it out. I had to know … Did they grow apart, did someone cheat, it was a mystery.
Was it that bad that they couldn’t just stay together for me?
I just wondered why two people who had spent nearly two decades together wanted to just go separate ways now? The only way I could compare it to my life is me not being friends with Rachel and never seeing her again. We had been friends nearly as long as they had been married!
How do people just walk away?....
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