Tears are on my pillow.
My face is red and hot. My hair is in this messy bun to let my neck breath. I bury my face into my pillow, feeling the warm tears falling from my eyes.
I think I've been in this state for a dang long while. I don't even remember how I came home. I'm just feeling horrid for myself.
I rise my head from my pillow, a tear rolling from my cheek to the end of my mouth.Tasting the saline. I place my hands on my knees, feeling the plush feeling of my burgundy sleep pants.
I look out across my room, peering through my large window. I can see the moon glittering at me. There is a faint smile face across its surface. I feel my lips making a tiny smirk.
I swing my legs over the edge of my bed, barely touching the chilly hardwood floor. I decide to sit by my window sill.
I slide on my petite sill, gazing at the black liquid shimmering the reflection of the moon in the dead of the night.
Rosemont is extremely quiet, as usual. I don't think there is a soul alive right now. Though, in the distance, is a girl running on the beach. I assume it is Poorvi. She told me running at night was freedom for the soul for her.
I think to myself, maybe if would relax my mind. Yet, I push that thought away.
The quiet serenity of being alone is what I need. Emotionally, physically and mentally I have went through the Hell.
"Beautiful girls losing souls...." I murmur a poem I had written just a minute ago. "Maybe one day I'll let go."
Well, just let the tear-flood gates opened. Great.
I bury my face into my knees. This is stupid. I should just be stronger than this. I'm not. I can't be stronger.
There is no way in my dreams could I stand tall, pretending everything was perfect. When it's not.
I slip my bottom off the sill to grab my phone. It's by my huge mint lamp.
I click the side button, a drawing of Marilyn Monroe blowing a piece of chewing gum. I loved her poofy-is that a word? Well it is now.-blonde hair and cat eyeliner.
12:34 A.m. reads the clock. I move my finger unlocking the screen.
I quickly click on Browser to check out the new stories and comments on the Meg Cabot Message Board. When , POP! There is a message from no other than Sierra.
its your fave gurl, Sierra! please come by the beach. Need your help!
I text her back with a mere K. Just to get her blood boiling. She hates people just replying K. I'm such a badass.
I'm sure magic elves work in a tiny sweat shops to make Uggs the most comfortable shoes to walk the planet.
Finger running my hair in a loose ponytail to show off my small pearl earrings. I tie my grey sweater around my hip as I scan for live bodies.
I open my phone to call Sierra. But she beats me to it.
"Hey, where are you?" I say, I can notice my annoyance in my voice.
"Turn around!" She shrieks.
God, how is she able to maintain that kind of energy.
I spin around, just feeling the cool arms of Sierra wrapping around my neck. She is wearing this large grin,while her eyes glow with anticipation and excitement.
She grabs my hand, tugging me back up the dunes. The sand is fine, but I am sinking. I can feel sand pouring in my Uggs. Ew.
"Where are..." I'm losing my breath from the large incline. "We going?"
"Follow me!" She says so sing-song.
Downtown Rosemont is so beautiful. Lovely white lights are hanging from historic buildings. Many stores have a light in their windows. It seems friendly that way, not like creepy murders are lurky in the dark. All of downtown buildings are made of brick with lead windows.
I see our small church by the corner. It stands so tall, showing off its enormous cedar cross. I swallow, staring at Jesus and his painful face.
Sierra is taking a sharp left. I can see downtown's plaza in the distance.
Rosemont didn't have a large plaza. It was a rectangle shaped concrete with sections of lush green grass and flowers. Forty foot tall trees decorated with seasonal lights.
Noticing, as we get closer, is a group of people. I can see these figures are holding banners, lights and is that a table full of food? I don't have a clue what's going on until I stand before their feet.
All my friends are holding this circular white cake full of multicolored candles. My dad is spreading his arms wide, gripping tightly on a a banner saying
"We love you, Hailee."
Chaz is standing in the background wearing a stupid red party hat. He gives me an encouraging smile, before winking.
Sierra has finally released my wrist, she has a strong grip! She looks at me, giving me a warm smile.
"Everyone has been through Hell." She says.
Sierra is standing in front of many familiar faces. Her voice is booming, its obvious she does not need a microphone.
"But few actually make it through." Her eyes forming tiny tears. "And that you have done."
I can feel the saline in my eyes. I keep repeating to myself not to cry. Why am I so emotional?
"Being a teenager can be hard." Speaks up Chaz's mother.
Oh no. What was her name? Sally? Sarah? Cookie?
"Going through hard times doesn't mean you to be alone." She tells me.
Shea! That's the one. She speaks well in publicly. Pronouncing each word firmly and formally.
"I don't deserve this." I announce.
I don't. Why do I need this when just about everyone has been through worse Hell than I?
"This isn't for me." I tell the hundred pairs of eyes glaring at me. "This has to be for everyone that is standing in front of me."
So people seemed to be surprised that I didn't want this party to be about me. But about the community. That was I was trying to go for.
I'm self-conscious right now. Everyone is dressed fancy. Millie is wearing this cute black and white graphic dress with floral Dr. Marten's. While Bushra is in a bright peasant style yellow and green shirt, strutting around the party in pink shoes underneath those bell-bottom jeans. Poorvi is in a long purple dress, her hair laying perfectly on h
The only other person not dressed up like crazy is Sierra. But I'm still not even close to her.
I walk along the long white plastic table. Seeing delectable foods. Tasty cheeses with homemade bread. Grapes with chocolate fondue fountain and unusually colored fruit drinks.
"So," a familiar voice rolling the sound.
I look up, chewing on a piece of Swiss cheese. I crack a smile. "How long is it going to be before you kiss and love me?"
"You're rather cocky aren't you?" I say, laughing hard. So harding don't believe I can breath.
"Come here!" He laughs, swinging his arm around my hip and kissing me hard.
The party's quieting down. Only Sierra and Poorvi are still here, cleaning up the last bit. Millie had to leave early, she felt the urge to give Elliott a call. Bushra also left, but that was because of her parents.
So literally it was just Sierra, Chaz, Poorvi and I.
I am sitting on the grass-it tickles!-helping Poorvi fold up these white plastic table. Her pretty hair is all scattered on her face.
She looks up at me, once we snapped one of those metal legs in.
"I wish I was a comfy as you." Poorvi says with glee. I roll my eyes. Popping the other metal leg underneath the table.
That's when Sierra came up behind me. Pressing her petite hand on my shoulder. I can't help but look up.
"Poorvi, lets go babe. Let the lovebirds be."
She flickers her bright eyes at me, winking.
I swing my legs out from under me, to give Sierra and Poorvi a tight hug.
"I'll give you a call." I whisper to them.
Once gone, I rushed over to Prince Charming who was sitting on a brick ledge that surrounded this tall luscious trees.
"What are you snickering about?" Chaz says, grinning.
His dark hair in his eyes, while his long legs are extended out over the four foot ledge.
"I'm here with you." I tell him. I slip my hands around his waist. I press my head into his chest. I think how his chest is built for my head.
Then I raise my head up. Just admiring him.
"I always dreamed of amazing the stars." Chaz announces, his eyes glued to the dark sky.
I see the white speckles in the sky. They all were twinkling.
"Why haven't you?" I ask. My voice is tiny. Maybe because I'm nervous. Why though?
"I already have the brightest, shining star right beside of me." Chaz says, looking down at me.
He pulls my chin up, pulling me into him some more. And then Chaz kissed me the most strongest and passionate kiss I ever had.
So this is the longest chapter yet!
I understand it's cliche and not the most strongest ending. But the epilogue should be good!
Tell me what you loved what you hated and anything between
Love all .pf y'all for reading!