A/N: Inspiration came to me and I started this. I know I really shouldn't, but I couldn't resist. The ideas would torture me, if they only stayed in my head.
Out of Reach – Chapter 1
by Kat
I just want to show you she doesn’t love you.
I was once again listening to Taylor Swift. How could I resist, when I could so easily relate to her songs?
There’s a fire inside you. She’ll never see that light.
I looked at the watch on my bedside table: 11:45 p.m. I should get some sleep. I closed my eyes; I wouldn’t cry. Not for this. I can bear it.
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The blue clock belted out its awfully irritating sound, telling me it was seven a.m, and time to get up. I sighed and sat up, kicking the covers aside. The green sheets could not have felt any better. I groaned and laid back down.
Something hard hit the door. “Get up, Casey!” My mother screamed. I sighed again, and got out of bed. I could feel my hair all tangled around my shoulders with knots and I shuddered in fear. I hated brushing my hair in the morning.
I walked to the bathroom and leaned down by the sink. The marble counter felt fresh and cool, making a quick shiver run through me. The shiver was replaced by a pleasant feeling of following a familiar routine. I turned on the faucet and the cold water started running. I washed my face and looked up to the mirror. Just as I suspected! My hair looked like a rat's nest.
“Ugh,” I complained.
My mother passed by the door. “Morning, sunshine!” She smiled and went downstairs.
I mumbled, sleepily,“to you too,” but she didn’t hear me.
I walked back to my room, and glanced at the clock again. It was already half past seven! I ran to my closet and opened the wooden doors with too much strength, making a bang.
My eyes widened and I searched for some sign of a split on the door. Nope, it wasn't damaged.
Phew. My father would have ground me for breaking the closet door for the third time. I had issues with this closet. Normally, I was always in a hurry and I would treat things not so carefully.
My eyes scanned the closet and stopped at my dark pair of jeans. Great! I took them out and opened the top draw, the one with the t-shirts and tank tops.
“What shall I wear today?” My hands started searching through the piles of tops for something that I was in the mood to wear. My mobile phone vibrated and I left the tops, walking over to my bedside table. It was text message from Kaitlyn.
Today is… brown.
I replied, Okay.
She usually had perfect timing. Some mornings, she would text me saying which color I should wear, so that I wouldn’t have such a hard choice in the morning.
I went back to my chest of drawers and pulled out a plain brown tank top. I got dressed and, after I had pulled the sheets and arranged them as best as I could, I went back to my dresser. I put on some perfume, Black XS, my favorite, and deodorant. I seemed to sweat a lot. My aunt would say I got it from her. Not a pretty thing to inherit. I returned to the bathroom, to do something I could not avoid: brush my hair. I was very careful to not hurt myself and to not destroy my curls. I loved my perfect big curls. It took me five minutes, and my hair got really bulky, so I tied it up in a ponytail.
I put on my watch, and my lucky necklace. I wore it every time I went out. I didn’t actually believe it gave me luck, but I loved it so I called it my lucky charm. It was a simple black thread with an oval onyx pendant. Small, but beautiful.
I picked up my mail bag; school books are really heavy. I think the government ordered us to buy so many books so that we’ll all have back troubles. Then, we’ll have to go to the hospital and get some expensive surgery that will take away all our money. That way, the money will go back to them. No one believes me, obviously.
I went downstairs and dropped the bag by the door, on the hall. I proceeded to the kitchen, and ate my normal bowel of milk and cereals. I watched “How I met your Mother” on FoxLife, as every morning, and delayed my breakfast until it was over. Barney’s hilarious.
I got up, happy, and washed my dishes, putting them in the dishwasher. I stared up at the clock on the wall. Eight o’clock. I went to the door and sat on the front porch. My phone was in my pocket; I was waiting for Kaitlyn’s call. She would call me when she was close to my house. The phone vibrated once more, and I saw it was her. I turned down the call. She wouldn’t have to pay for it that way.
A few minutes later, Mrs. Reed’s car stopped in front of my gate. I got up; my back was cool from the pavement, grabbed my bag and closed the door with a loud bang. My parents had already left.
Mrs. Reed unlocked the doors, and I opened them, saying immediately, “Good morning!” I crawled to the back and sat next to Kaitlyn. One of us would have sit in the passenger’s seat but this way we could talk.
It would take fifteen minutes to get to the school, through traffic and all. Mrs. Reed was an English teacher at our school. I never had a class with her, but the students that had said she was pretty scary. I stared at the back of her head, until Kaitlyn caught my attention.
“So, how was your weekend?” She asked.
“Okay. Nothing really exciting.” I replied. I could see she had something really good to tell me, and was controlling herself to not blurt it out. “And you? What have you been up to?”
Kaitlyn flashed me a big smile. “You know how Todd asked me out this weekend, right?” Oh God! How could I forget? I nodded, hiding that I really had forgotten. “Well, things worked out great and he even kissed me, when he was dropping me off.” She was whispering now, her mother would not be pleased to hear this.
“You’ll tell me more at school,” I replied. I said exactly what she wanted to hear. She smiled widely at me, as something vibrated in my jean’s pocket.
“What the he-” I stopped myself when I got the phone out. It was incredible how I could get surprised by a text message. It was Max.
Where are you?
I’m running a bit late, I replied.
A few seconds later, he texted me back. Okay. I’m waiting for you, at the gate.
I smiled. “Max…” Kaitlyn murmured.
“Oh, come on! Give me a break!” I threw my head back. Not this again.
“When are you going to admit it?”
“I have nothing to admit.”
Silence fell upon us, and minutes passed slowly. She knew me too well for my own good. My best friend of twelve years could read me like a book.
I revived our first meeting in the few minutes I had left of the car trip. I was in the park, my mother sitting on a bench. A tall blonde lady stopped by her.
“Melody!” She called, happily.
“Oh my! Is that really you, Sandy?” My mother replied as happy to see her, too. They continued babbling: how have you been? Are you married? Oh, a daughter!
Only a few moments later I had noticed the little girl that was holding the lady’s hand. She appeared to be my age. A four year-old girl. I walked up to her.
“Come,” I offered, stretching out my hand.
She smiled and took it. We skipped joyfully to the swings, hand in hand, and we sat side-by-side, swinging. An hour had passed until my mother called us. After that, the girl would stop by every day, and eventually we came to be in all the same classes.
I giggled at some of our stupid childish jokes. One of Kaitlyn’s favorite was one we came up with when riding home from school, in this very same car. It was in fifth grade, if I remember correctly. It was about how if we were hit with a soccer ball, that was kicked very strongly, our eyes and our brain would turn into porridge and would come out through our face.
Kaitlyn eyed me, and I whispered, “Soccer ball.”
She instantly fell into laughter and I joined her. Her mother pulled into the teacher’s parking lot, and parked the car at the back of the school. We got out quickly, saying goodbye.
“Have a nice day!” She shouted, when we were already a few steps away.
“I have to stop by the gate,” I told Kaitlyn.
“Yeah, I’ll be heading to our locker.” We shared our lockers, here at Meadow High School. I believed it was because the school didn’t have enough money to buy lockers for everyone, so we paired up. I was obviously sharing mine with Kaitlyn.
“I’ll meet you there! And don’t close it!” I shouted, already heading to the students door. I walked up the path quickly and saw Max near the gate. He waved at me, and I smiled.
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]. I took them out, and passed to the dresser. I opened the top draw, the one with the t-shirts and tank tops.
