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to Stella's car before fully realizing Ace was blushing.

 

Kira saw me and wasn't too happy, "where were you?"

 

"I had trouble carrying my bookbag-" She moved to see behind me, which was Ace walking back to his car.

 

Kira rolled her eyes, "Let me guess. Ace being a 'Prince Charming' decided to help you, uh?" Her tone was full of sarcasm. I didn't answer her back and just looked at her for a second before going into Stella's car. "I'm telling you, he's not a little prince. He's probably messing with your head so he can fuck you and leave and embarrass you. You have to know even Prince Charming could be a jackass."

 

"And how would you know?!" I shouted back at her and I could feel my eyes getting watery, "And do you honestly think I would be that easy?!"

 

"Lilia, don't cry..." Stella began hugging and rubbing my back. "Kira, you crossed the line this time. Let her have her crush. Jesus, you're acting like it's a sin for Lilia to like a guy."

 

Kira sighed and hopped into the driver's seat. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just looking out for you - you and Stella are like my sisters." She told me as the car started, I didn't say anything else the way home.

 

Seven minutes of dead silence in the car, they dropped me off to my house. I waved bye at them and nothing more. I walked over to my mail box and took the mail, which was mostly Khol's maganizes and bills. I opened the door to my house and set the mail down onto the coffee table in my kitchen.

 

My mom was in the kitchen as well, making her daily coffee. "Oh, you're home and what happened to your shirt?"

 

"I accidentally got it dirty when I was eating pizza." I lied to her, she doesn't need to know about Cassy. Plus, I don't think she really cares about my state. My eyes were red and puffy but she only cared about my shirt.

 

"Lilia, you're in the honor roll, I thought you would be smart enough to know how to eat pizza."

 

"Yeah, sorry." I hanged my jacket in the closet and walked up the stairs.

 

"-And I'm working the next three nights by the way. So watch your little brother, Sakura will be back from college in a week or so."

 

"Ok then." I relied back and walked into my room. Three hours passed by as I just sat in my chair and looking outside my window. Within those hours my mom left for work and she got my little brother Luke to bed. Which makes it easier on my part. I managed to finish study for geometery and did my Ap European reading and writing homework. I also finally decided to stop being lazy and commence typing my sad story for english:

 

[A/N: You can skip this part, unless you want to read the side story. I actually did wrote 'On The Edge' for my English class last year and no, it's not based on a real story.]

 

On The Edge by Lilia Crystal Lyleson

 

“If you could invent something that does not currently exist, what would it be?” I remember that question from the Spring of my Freshman year. Those words danced closely to my brain, never wanting to stop their waltz. A few weeks later, I knew my answer, A Cure for Death. My older sister Juliet, was hit by a drunk driver. My parents received phone call from the hospital a few days later; my father stood frozen as an ice sculpture. The sound of the phone contacting the floor echoed in the silent room. His blue eyes were fogged up by sorrow and pain. While my mother fell on her knees and her eyes cascade with tears. Juliet died a few weeks before my 15th birthday…

 

On that night, my eyes couldn’t close themselves. I would have to go on for miles before I could fall into a slumber. How can anymore fall sleep on the day they heard their love one just passed away? I could hear the wind pounding against my bedroom window.

Whoosh.

Pound.

Whoosh.

My eyes roamed around the room, they stop their focus on Juliet’s bed. The sight of her bed felt like I was stung by hundreds of bees. The sound of a downfall could be heard also.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

The rain’s tone was a match made by cupid with my tears. I hugged Juliet’s old teddy bear that night; it felt like the bear was hugging me back also.

 

After Juliet’s death, I tried my best to be like her. I pretended to be a mini Juliet in order to find the shiny glint in my parents’ eyes. Each time I showed them my achievements; their eyes only staged sorrow self-pity. I know now I could never replace my older sister. Juliet was and always will be the wonderful joyful jewel in my parents’ eyes. While in their eyes, I will always be their second best. The times I even tried harder to make them smile; it only felt like I was being malicious mocked. If only my parents knew their bereave blue coated eyes brought me pain and suffering.

 

During my Junior year in high school, my life was crumbling apart. My father filed for a divorce after 20 years of marriage with my mother. I could feel that my life was now on the edge of a cliff. My ocean colored eyes that used to be filled with hope and joy, was now replaced with emotionless bitter. My heart was howling in despair due to the tight chains. While my smile is now spiritless and made of plastic. I used to care too much, that now, I don’t care anymore. The room was darker than the death of an abyss. I tighten the rope that was on my neck, I could feel the tiny thorns that bit on my bare neck. My feet were now on the edge of my wooden chair.

 

I decided to leave a note before I fall into my coffin. The note read:

“If you could invent something that does not currently exist, what would it be?” I remember that question from the Spring of my Freshman year. Those words danced closely to my brain, never wanting to stop their waltz. A few weeks later, I knew my answer, A Cure for Death. My older sister Juliet, was hit by a drunk driver. My parents received phone call from the hospital…

 

✈ ✉ ✈

 

-Ace Aaron-

 

I laid in bed while texting Cassy, after I finished my homework. Well, I ones I actually want to do.

 

Cassy: I can't believe those losers embarrassed me in lunch.

 

UGH. I thought, she decided to change the subject back to her problems.

'You kind of deserved it...' I texted back at her.

 

Cassy: R u actually defending them? I literary can't believe u, ur my boyfriend, u should be siding with me. Not dem.

 

'One babe, it's literally not literary. And two, you know I hate it when you text like that. And three, I'm saying you started it, you should know about karma being a bitch.'

 

Cassy: Ace, idgaf about the word. And there u go again defending them.

 

Cassy: I hate u.

 

Cassy: I thought you love me.

'I'm not choosing their side, I'm just saying. You started the problem, look can we please get off this topic already? They're not that bad.'

 

Cassy: -_- Not that bad. Kira's a bitch n that Lily or whatever her name is a little piece of shit.

 

'Kira's can be a bitch including to me and that's too far with Lilia. If you get to know people better you might know they're actually cool. Instead of just blashing on them.'

 

Cassy: ...Why da fuck r u being nice about them? They're just lower than us.

 

You know some times I wonder why I'm still dating you...You're kind of a bitch to others. I really wanted to text that to Cassy but she would dump my ass. Instead, I just didn't text her back and went to take a shower since I was still sweaty from football practice. Within a ten minutes in the shower, my phone's text ringtone went off every 20 seconds.

 

Looks like she's back... I mentally sighed, grabbed my towel to dry off, and glanced at my phone's messages.

 

Brennan: Hey dude, you going to Joey's party on Friday?

'Yeah' I quickly texted my best friend Brennan back before looking at Cassy's messages. Prepare yourself for a headache.

 

Cassy: Where r u?

 

Cassy: Y aren't u texting me back?

 

Cassy: I hate u. I hate u. Y aren't u replying back? u know what, were over.

 

Cassy: Jk. Bae, i luv u.

 

Cassy: U love me back right...?

 

'Yeah, I love you back. What's with the question mark?' I texted back to her when my headache finally went away.

 

Cassy: Well, if u truely love me, you'll do anything for me right...?

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Text: @Copyright 2011 Clujel Joyce
Publication Date: 12-26-2011

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