"Oh Holy Mother of Heavenly Jesus Christ, I'm gonna fail this final... I'm freaking out right now, Heavenly Father please help me. HELP HELP HELP HELP-"
"Dude, just shut up, please. You're going to get us both detention, and I want to get out of here as fast as I can." I whisper, clenching my teeth.
We all have that one friend that rips their hair out before every exam we take, but they always get A+'s. Margot here is that friend. I love her to death, but sometimes, I can't stand it. Sure, I have nothing to say, since I'm a straight A student, with a few B's here and there, scattered. No big deal. But our fights slide off, returning back to its wonderful path that'll surely last forever.
Margot makes that weird face again, where her face wrinkles like an unwanted prune while squinting her eyes. She mimics me while wearing that face, and I slap that prune, resulting in a very sad, puppy-eyed raisin.
It was the last day of high school, and as I walked down towards my locker, wondering whether or not the TV is the remote controller's "boss," or the person using it is its "boss." Or maybe it's a three-way business contract thingy... My feet were the ones taking me to my lockers since I have so much (useless) things to think about, so I almost fall into a trash bin after someone lifts up my hella heavy backpack and drops it back down.
With my karate hands flailing in the air, and my legs kicking, I hit Laila on her thigh, and Owen's face with my hands. Everything was a blur, so it took about few seconds to realize what happened.
"What the-- Birdie! That hurts!" they complain. Hey, I thought they deserved it.
"Ya'll really suck, you know that?" I still had my hands in the air, going all Kung Fu Panda on their faces. And when I mean Kung Fu Panda, I mean like a pathetic goose trying to fight.
Laila laughs it off and tells me to shut up, and when I turn toward Owen, we begin to "fight."
"You wanna fight kid? Let's take it outside!" He exclaimed.
"We're already outside, you dumb-butt--"
"Guys, guys, stop fighting for just one effing moment! I know you guys love each other so much, you have to put up an act--" She giggles the most annoying of giggles, even though we told her and Margot that we're nothing but friends.
At the same time, we turtle our necks and exclaimed, "Ew. With that?"
"Mhmm."
We traveled off to our own periods. I had English next, which is my favorite subject. I loved the fact we would write all period long, and read books. My teacher was a wild and creative one as well, someone that I looked up to. She wasn't organized physically, but she's got a plan for everything in her mind. We usually just place our backpacks onto the back of the room, but it's really messy. That's just the way I like it.
The soft yet scratchy feel of my pencil moving and my seat partners making hilarious jokes lifts my mood by a hundred percent. Time flew like I was the only one being able to catch up upon what Mrs. U. was saying. I had finished gathering my stuff slowly, so there were about 4 backpacks left. I took my red and black backpack and quickly dashed out of the door.
Feeling content as I walk home with my binders in my arms, I monitored cars drive by, squirrels climbing up trees, and dandelion seeds dancing in the warm, yet chilly breeze. It's one of those days, where nothing can't get any better.
I glance in all directions with my hands into my pockets and somewhat whistled to a melody which only heart can know. My ear "twitched" like a dog's when I heard tree leaves crushing behind me. I swiftly dodge to the right, away from Margot trying to ram me into the pavement.
I extendedly scold, "It's getting old Mango! Stop it! You're only going to hurt yourself."
"Ugh, why can't you just fall for it just once? To make me, your BEST of friends, happy?"
"No."
We talk all the way to my house, but halfway there, Owen catches up to us and joins our conversations.
I joked, "Ugh, what are you doing here?"
"My home is this way, and I don't want to be here as much as you do."
Margot shouts, "You guys are so EFFING annoying!! You know what. Let's get this over with. Do you, Birdie, take this man as your hus--"
Another slap comes her way, but instead, I trip on a crack and almost slap Owen's face instead.
We laugh until our lungs can't take it anymore, and I wave them goodbye when we stop at my humble abode. When I face towards my home, the front door is wide open.
I peer at it closer, but the door knob is busted open. An electrical shock runs down my spine as I leap inside and throw my backpack onto the floor.
"MOM!! ARE YOU HOME?"
I kept my balance most of the time as I checked each room, but she was nowhere to be found. However, I spot a few drops of blood near the dining table, where her book was still open, pages closing one, by one. Silently, I stand in front of the table, unable to comprehend what was going on. I pick up a piece of paper from the chair, and it reads:
Little Birdie,976Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVC6aaejEKE
Please, don't be afraid. I'm still here, so don't worry. Remember, I love you, and I always will, and I will never leave. I relocated... all the way to New York. I will find you, and you will find me, and during that time, Chirp... have that adventure you always craved when you were younger, and the one you still want. I'm still sorry for chaining you in this little house, having no freedom... It was all my fault and my greed to keep you close. I'll explain everything once I have you in my arms once again. 976Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRt1Ds6xTKS
Remember... never, EVER forget that even though we're about 3,000 miles apart from each other, I'll love you each second of the day like you're here right next to me.976Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDLkSGV8Omq
Learn to forgive, love, and persevere Birdie, and fly like you're meant to.
- Mum
At first, I laughed at how unbelievable it was. It seemed like a death note, just that heaven was in New York. I took a picture of it on my phone, just to keep it and see how bad of a joke this was. But after realizing the truth, my jubilance instantly shattered. A regular day stomped on like black gum on the cold streets. The light flickered while reading the message, but the bulbs finally burst. Anger flooding through my veins, hopelessness welling up as tears, and frustration spreading a bright pink hue into my cheeks, I dashed to my backpack. I stuffed it with toiletries, extra clothing, my phone and its charger, three bags of chips with a cookie alongside it, and two bottles of water. I ran to my mom's room and took 954 dollars and 58 cents. The sun was just on the brink of extinction, and my foot followed the cracks of the sidewalk, not knowing where the cracks and cement will end.
To be continued...
A/N: Gosh darn it. My past self was so horrible at past and present verbs. Like what the hell. I guess if you see any mistakes, just point them out if you're not as lazy as I am. But I'll fix them all... someday. Anyways, I edited a few things to make it seem like it's actually flowing. Thanks for reading! (P.S. I purposefully made the transition between a fun, easy going and silly to pretty dark and stuff, super dramatic. So yeah, you and me both: It's really awkward lol)
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