Fear
Chapter Two
~Kirsten P.O.V~
"Get up," someone told me annoyingly.
"No. Go away, I'm tired," I mumbled.
I pulled the covers tighter over my body as I could feel Chanel attempt to pull it from my body.
"It's cold," I tried to reason.
She pulled my legs but I wrapped my arms around my mattress making it impossible for her to pull since she was so weak.
"I just want to take a walk. I wanna see if I'll really like it here," she told me.
I looked at the clock next to me and saw it was only Five 'O' Clock.
"Fine, fine. Let me change and I'll be there in ten minutes. Promise," I removed my head from the pounds of pillows.
"Good," she smiled gladly.
She skipped out of my room, taking a right through the hallway to her bedroom. I saw three doors in my room. One being the door Chanel exited from.
I went to the one on my left and opened it to reveal my bathroom. I nodded at the quality room before closing my door. I went to the last door and was positive it was my closet.
I opened it to reveal my clothes hanging from the coat hangers. The closet was a walk in. It was more than I wanted, but I had no choice but to except it.
I chose a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a blue jean shirt that came above my belly button. I threw an American flag jacket over it to complete my look.
One of the things I was known for at my old school was good fashion. I thought I dressed normal, but I then realized there is no normal. There's just you.
Although, my teachers mostly talked about my writing. English was my favorite subject and I made sure to pay attention during that class always.
I walked down the stairs, my white Nike's pounding on the steps like pounding on a door.
"Don't you look pretty," Chanel commented.
"Let's just go," I breathed out.
We walked down the streets. We saw shops and bakeries that were filled with teenagers laughing. The streets were pretty much vacant due to the lack of people in the small, little town.
"Isn't he just adorable?" Chanel mumbled sarcastically.
"Who?" I asked confused.
"That boy over there. He's staring at me," she said staring at the mysterious boy.
He was in a crowd of boys who were all talking. There was a cloud of smoke surrounding them and I could smell exactly what it was.
He stared over at us and gave one of us a small wave. I waved back with just one flick of my wrist barely smiling. My sister smiled wider and waved with one finger moving at a time. He said something to one of his friends who looked over at us and nodded.
He casually walked to us, like he had seen us before. I continued walking paying no attention until I noticed Chanel not walking with me.
"What are you doing?" I asked her in a desperate voice.
"Fixing my hair, what do you think."
She checked her makeup in a mirror I knew she kept in her back pocket everyday.
"Hello," he smiled at us.
"Hi," Chanel answered.
"What's up?" I asked him in a bored tone.
"I just wanted to say that you have a really nice...jacket?"
"Thanks?" I told him questionably.
"It's mine, I just let her borrow it," Chanel told him rolling her eyes and flicking her hand toward him as if it was no big deal.
"What are you talking-?" I was about to ask before she interrupted me talking to the slick boy in front of us.
I turned away and checked my messages. I saw two unread from my ex. We had broken up, but my ex James and I stayed in touch frequently. Before I could read them I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Uhh, I never introduced myself. I'm Harry," he put out his hand asking me to shake it.
I shook his hand before speaking.
"Kirsten."
"Your sister is a...very charismatic person. But, she's nice. Kinda funny, too," he laughed.
"Yeah, that's Chanel. She's the happiest person in the family, gotta love 'er," I laughed.
"Well I'd like to get to know you and since your sister is so awesome, that means you have to be twice as cool," he grinned.
"Why am I twice as cool?" I asked smiling with my arms crossed.
"Your style is awesome. You seem like a girl I would hang with, but you haven't thrown yourself at me, so you must be new here," he shrugged.
"Have you got a pen?" I asked holding out my hand.
He pulled out a Sharpie marker from his back pocket smirking at me.
"I don't have paper so-" he started.
I interrupted him by writing my number on the inside of his forearm.
"Or, that's cool, too," he finished.
I turned back the way I came with Chanel and started to walk with her again. She had a sour look on her face but even I knew she would be smiling before we could even eat dinner.
"So I'll call you?" He shouted to me.
I turned around walking backwards.
"That's what my number is for," I shouted back.
I wrapped my arm around Chanel's neck after hearing her curse underneath her breath.
"Don't worry. I'm sure he has a friend that's just as cute," I told her supportably.
That seemed to make her hopes rise again.
"Get up," someone told me annoyingly.
"No. Go away, I'm tired," I mumbled.
I pulled the covers tighter over my body as I could feel Chanel attempt to pull it from my body.
"It's cold," I tried to reason.
She pulled my legs but I wrapped my arms around my mattress making it impossible for her to pull since she was so weak.
"I just want to take a walk. I wanna see if I'll really like it here," she told me.
I looked at the clock next to me and saw it was only Five 'O' Clock.
"Fine, fine. Let me change and I'll be there in ten minutes. Promise," I removed my head from the pounds of pillows.
"Good," she smiled gladly.
She skipped out of my room, taking a right through the hallway to her bedroom. I saw three doors in my room. One being the door Chanel exited from.
I went to the one on my left and opened it to reveal my bathroom. I nodded at the quality room before closing my door. I went to the last door and was positive it was my closet.
I opened it to reveal my clothes hanging from the coat hangers. The closet was a walk in. It was more than I wanted, but I had no choice but to except it.
I chose a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a blue jean shirt that came above my belly button. I threw an American flag jacket over it to complete my look.
One of the things I was known for at my old school was good fashion. I thought I dressed normal, but I then realized there is no normal. There's just you.
Although, my teachers mostly talked about my writing. English was my favorite subject and I made sure to pay attention during that class always.
I walked down the stairs, my white Nike's pounding on the steps like pounding on a door.
"Don't you look pretty," Chanel commented.
"Let's just go," I breathed out.
We walked down the streets. We saw shops and bakeries that were filled with teenagers laughing. The streets were pretty much vacant due to the lack of people in the small, little town.
"Isn't he just adorable?" Chanel mumbled sarcastically.
"Who?" I asked confused.
"That boy over there. He's staring at me," she said staring at the mysterious boy.
He was in a crowd of boys who were all talking. There was a cloud of smoke surrounding them and I could smell exactly what it was.
He stared over at us and gave one of us a small wave. I waved back with just one flick of my wrist barely smiling. My sister smiled wider and waved with one finger moving at a time. He said something to one of his friends who looked over at us and nodded.
He casually walked to us, like he had seen us before. I continued walking paying no attention until I noticed Chanel not walking with me.
"What are you doing?" I asked her in a desperate voice.
"Fixing my hair, what do you think."
She checked her makeup in a mirror I knew she kept in her back pocket everyday.
"Hello," he smiled at us.
"Hi," Chanel answered.
"What's up?" I asked him in a bored tone.
"I just wanted to say that you have a really nice...jacket?"
"Thanks?" I told him questionably.
"It's mine, I just let her borrow it," Chanel told him rolling her eyes and flicking her hand toward him as if it was no big deal.
"What are you talking-?" I was about to ask before she interrupted me talking to the slick boy in front of us.
I turned away and checked my messages. I saw two unread from my ex. We had broken up, but my ex James and I stayed in touch frequently. Before I could read them I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Uhh, I never introduced myself. I'm Harry," he put out his hand asking me to shake it.
I shook his hand before speaking.
"Kirsten."
"Your sister is a...very charismatic person. But, she's nice. Kinda funny, too," he laughed.
"Yeah, that's Chanel. She's the happiest person in the family, gotta love 'er," I laughed.
"Well I'd like to get to know you and since your sister is so awesome, that means you have to be twice as cool," he grinned.
"Why am I twice as cool?" I asked smiling with my arms crossed.
"Your style is awesome. You seem like a girl I would hang with, but you haven't thrown yourself at me, so you must be new here," he shrugged.
"Have you got a pen?" I asked holding out my hand.
He pulled out a Sharpie marker from his back pocket smirking at me.
"I don't have paper so-" he started.
I interrupted him by writing my number on the inside of his forearm.
"Or, that's cool, too," he finished.
I turned back the way I came with Chanel and started to walk with her again. She had a sour look on her face but even I knew she would be smiling before we could even eat dinner.
"So I'll call you?" He shouted to me.
I turned around walking backwards.
"That's what my number is for," I shouted back.
I wrapped my arm around Chanel's neck after hearing her curse underneath her breath.
"Don't worry. I'm sure he has a friend that's just as cute," I told her supportably.
That seemed to make her hopes rise again.
This is soo good update please
12/29/13