You're One to Remember, Chanda Dobra [best big ereader TXT] 📗

This book is dedicated to all my great friends, my most supportive family, my encouraging teacher Ms. Moss, and all the unicorns injured in the making of this book.


“Where am I?” Myra muttered to herself. Myra’s footsteps were silent against the dead leaves as they scattered across the forest floor. With her hands softly brushing against the tree’s bark and the tall grasses, Myra made her way towards an unknown destination. Every movement she made was completely controlled and calm, as if flying gracefully through the air. Closing her dark golden eyes, the forest around her slowly turned to darkness. Opening her eyes once again, Myra sat up straight, clenching the blankets she had been sleeping in tightly in her hands. Myra closed her eyes, trying to calm down while her heart beat as loud as ever. Breathing slowly she returned to normal. Opening her eyes slowly she thought about her dream. With a confused sigh she breathed out words to herself, “It was a good, calm dream… why am I so tense?” Shaking her head knowing she cannot answer this question, she slipped out of bed. Her feet pressed against the cold, wooden floor as she made her way to her closet. Slipping on her favorite outfit, she walked out of her room. Pressing her hand over her mouth as she let out a wide yawn, Myra walked into the living room. With a blink she looked around the large room, one of the largest rooms in her family’s creepy mansion. As she admired the dark brown wood that was centuries old her two little siblings, Jessie and Rose, ran out into the room. Myra looked back at them and screeched with annoyance, “Mom, Jessie and Rose got out of the tub!” pausing for a moment she waited for a reply, when none sounded she sighed, “Get off your phone!” the two toddlers were both running in circles, soaking wet and in their bathing suits. The sound of their mothers call echoed through their home sounding from the bathroom, “Jessie! Rose! Get back in the bath!” Jessie and Rose giggled and laughed wildly, “But mom!” They both cried in unison. Myra stood as her older brother, John, walked quickly into the room to retrieve them both, his eyes were cold and he was as silent as stones. Myra walked and grabbed Rose while John held Jessie. Together they brought the two squirming kids back into the tub. Their mother, Rosita, smiled at her two older children with relief and nodded to them to leave the room, “Thanks you two, oh what would I do without you?” With a smile, Myra exited and walked towards the kitchen, not looking at her brother. John sighed, “I am sorry, alright?” Myra swirled around; her dark brown hair flew from the force of the turn. Her smile instantly faded, and cold rage filled Myra’s eyes and she yelled madly, “’Sorry’ can’t reverse what has been done! You killed him John, You killed Cooper! You’re nothing more than an insane lunatic!” Feeling as if her grief and anger consumed her, she dashed full force at her brother. Smashing into him she shoved him backwards, John hit the floor with a loud slam. Letting out a yowl of pain, John scrambled to his feet panting, His eyes blazed with pain but he knew he deserved it. Myra’s hands shook with rage and hatred. Her eyes were cold and merciless looking; she stepped towards her brother seeming ready to rip his throat out. Their mother screeched while storming into the room, “What is all this racket- Myra! What have you done, your brother is bleeding!” Just then Myra noticed a long gash on the side of her brother’s check, it reached from his chin all the way to the roots of his hair. All the rage and hate vanished and she practically jumped to her brother’s side. Gult replaced all her feels and her heart tightened concern and she whispered, “I’m so sorry…” Helping him to his feet, Myra felt the lean and hard muscles under his skin. With a terrified blink, she wondered how she was able to topple him over like that. “You got blood all over the dining table.” Myra tried to joke. “Yea, well, you caused it not me.” She could tell he was trying to cover the pain in his voice with humor. Their mother ran to John’s other side and together they helped him into the kitchen. Rosita glared at her daughter and snapped, “Go get Jessie and Rose out of the tub and dressed Myra, you have already done enough here already.” With a hurt glance at her mother’s rage filled eyes, Myra backed away and led Jessie and Rose out of the bath. “Come on lets get you two dressed in some nice, warm clothes alright?” “Okay Myra!” Rose spoke first happily while Jessie looked up at Myra, his big gold eyes beaming, “Why is Mommy mad?” “Because you’re big sis here did something not nice.” She replied to him slowly and cautiously. “Why did you do something not nice, Myra?” Sighing she kneeled down in front of him and spoke gently, “Because Johnny made Myrie mad.” “Why did he make you mad?” Smiling, she rubbed his head, thick with his blond hair, “Why do you ask so many questions?” “Why not?” Jessie replied to her with the simplest yet confusing answer. It didn’t take long before Rose got jealous of Jessie getting attention, and she pushed her way through Myra and Jessie, “I want my nice warm clothes now!” Smiling Myra nodded to her bossy and outgoing little sister.
Slipping their arms through their clothes, she was able to get her little sibling’s dressed right when mother finished tending John. Turning around to her mother’s call, Myra walked into the kitchen. With a frown she stared at the bloody gauges wrapped around Johns arm. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at it, knowing it was her fault. As what had happened seemed to blow over, Rosita began to cook in the kitchen. Myra stepped forward sniffing the delicious smelling air, closing her eyes she thought, hamburgers with bacon and even… even some cheese and potatoes! Myra opened her eyes once again, they were filled with confusion. She thought to herself, how could I detect every little detail in what Rosita is making? Myra blinked away the confusion as her brother stepped into the room looking straight at her. Myra returned his gaze and spoke softly, “I really am sorry for what I did.” With a joking smile her brother replied, “Sorrys don’t reverse what has been done.” With a small smile she listened to how he quoted her. She knew every time she got angry at him, they would joke about it later. Leaping to her feet, Myra stepped forward and hugged her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his chest. While she did John warped his arms around his sister and pushed his face in between her shoulder and neck. Myra began to cry, tears once again slipping down her cheeks and falling to her feet. John gently grabbed Myra’s shoulders and placed her once again in front of him, “I am sorry too, I know it doesn’t change anything but it has to be worth something.” Myra muttered through her tears, “Its okay, cooper was an asshole anyway.” Myra stuffed her face once again against her brother, crying until she couldn’t breathe, and he cried with her. Finally, for what seemed like moments, she backed away from her big brother and gave him a sad smile, “Thanks.” John smiled and rubbed her head as if she was a dog, “It’s alright.” With a smile Myra walked back into her room, lying down on her bed. After a few moments she stood, rising to her feet exhaustedly. Wiping away her tears, she cleaned off her sheets and changed her pillows. Tossing them to the floor carelessly she replaced them; falling onto her bed Myra closed her eyes and drifted off into the darkness of sleep.
Opening her eyes, Myra got out of her bed and walked out into the living room. Looking around, she glanced at the clock just above the humming oven; 6:30. With a growl of frustration, Myra turned on her heels and walked to the couch. Practically throwing herself on the ugly yellow thing, she tried to get comfortable. She wrapped her fingers around the remote and pressed the button turning on the large flat screen. All of a sudden her phone began to vibrate. Looking down she grabbed it and pressed it against her ear and whispered, “Hello?” She heard the most wonderful voice she had ever heard for the past few weeks, “Hey Myra! Its Ash, can you talk?” Scrambling to her feet and off the couch, Myra ran outside onto the patio of the third floor of her house. Basically panting she calmed her voice and spoke a little to coolly, “Why yes, yes of course.” Ash laughed with that adorable laugh that made her smile, even at her saddest moments. He spoke, “Hey I know it’s early, but I have something to tell you…” Myra’s eyes flashed with concern and she spoke, her voice trembling slightly, “Sure baby, what’s on your mind.” Before he spoke the same thing went through her mind, he can’t keep this distant relationship up… he is going to end it… he is going to end it… he is going to end it! Suddenly Ash spoke his voice tinted with excitement, “I just moved to London, you know that a good thing because that where you live now.” With a scream Myra eyes lit up, her heart instantly began to pound in her ears and joyful tears streamed down her cheeks, “You’re kidding me, you’re messing with me!” Ash laughed, “Nope.” Laughing with joy Myra cried, “I love you! Oh my god!” She jumped in a bewildered circle and ran inside. Bounding down the three long stairways, She bolted out the front door climbing down the wooden stairs leading to the sidewalk. She spoke panting in the phone, “What’s your new address?” “You don’t need to know because I see you.” Dropping her phone Myra looked around eyes wide. Her eyes lay on a boy, for the first time ever in person. His short, blonde, skater hair partly covered his beautiful golden eyes. He had his hands in his jacket pockets; the mist that always hung around her house surrounded his shoes. His dark blue jeans blended in with the early morning dimness, and his pale skin made him look as if he wasn’t there at all. Running forward, she reached out her arms eyes gleaming with joy. Ash walked forward quickly tears streaming down his face as well, and together they embraced each other. Myra wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her feet in the air; she hung off him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Myra lifted her head and pressed her lips against his for the first time, and never for the last. After what seemed like only a few moments, Ash lowered her down and smiled, “You’re even more beautiful in person…” Myra laughed, “I can say the same for you, webcam was great to but- oh whatever!” She leaped and kissed him again, he seemed so strangely irresistible. Myra smiled as she released him and spoke shakily, “I can’t believe its you… the real you.” She brushed her hand across his perfect cheek. Ash smiled and grabbed her hand gently and held it in his own, “I convinced my mom- whoa.” He stopped