Happiness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this opening of a story based upon all of my favorite book, film and TV characters and their traits along with some of my friends. Piper is a young girl, in school. She has a dreamy crush and a typical best friend. (Just an opening, which i hope to finish.)

Submitted: April 25, 2013

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As I walked down the road to my favourite place, I was relieved to see Sara – she is my best friend – I entered the threshold and Sara called out “Hey Bitch!” I have known her since pre-school. My name is Piper and every day before and after school I come to this café I practically live here. Sara worked there as she was living with her aunt who owned the coffee shop. Sara had had a hard time with her parents – they weren’t exactly parent material – so she chooses to live with her mother’s sister.  Joy was the best thing that had happened to Sara, she took her in when she turned 12. Joy had a son when she was 16; she was a ‘teen mom’. Sara is 3 years younger than her older cousin, but if you met them you would believe they were brother and sister; Paul was in sixth form at Peterborough College. He was a heart throb everyone wanted to be seen with him, I was lucky enough to have known him all my life he was my friend growing up as I my mother was close with Joy.  My Mum is brilliant she gave up the riches to be the best mum possible. I suppose this is a story about her. She used to live in Chester with my grandparents, they are a power couple and live by the rules they have been brought up with. They couldn’t stand the fact my mum has dreams and is spontaneous – she doesn’t have a plan, just hopes. My father was an accountant, Granddad loved him. So did everyone, but when my mum fell pregnant out of wedlock 5 months into the relationship, he wasn’t so loved anymore. My parents moved from Chester to the Cotswolds this is where I live, it’s a pretty a town, although it is quite small: everyone knows everyone; the simple truth is that you can understand a town. You can know and love and hate it. You can blame it, resent it, and nothing changes. In the end, you're just another part of it, your families apart of it. When my father died this small town made me feel safe, like I still had someone looking out for me. Verity – that’s my mum’s name by the way – is my inspiration to keep going, yes we had support from Joy and Paul, Uncle Craig and the rest of the town but my mum was the strongest and after a few weeks of mourning and weeping constantly my mum stopped. She still talks about him but I think she shuts it out I think she is trying to hide it from me, like I don’t remember I was 10, not 3 but I suppose I appreciate it all the same. If I want to talk about him, I speak to my Uncle Craig – he is my dad’s brother – and Joy they are both very important in my life; they are my godparents. But this doesn’t make them special. What makes the special is that they care. Everyone cares.

“Hey, what time do you finish work?” I said to Sara. She retorted with “In a few minutes or whenever that fitty leaves the place!” I looked over to where she was indiscreetly pointing. I just nodded then walked into the back room and saw Joy she was on the phone; she beckoned me over to her.  It was then that I felt big, strong arms wrapping around my waist. I swivelled around to find Paul looking down at me, he is a lot taller than me – not only that but he is beautiful and recently I have been having feelings for him. I don’t know whether I am aloud to feel this way. Does he know me to well? His family is practically my family is it right? “Piper, Piper!” I looked up, “What’s wrong?” I asked, “You just like went into a sort of daze? Are you alright?” I just smiled, he really does care. I looked down he still had his arms around me.  He shifted so he wasn’t holding onto me anymore. I sighed as I said “Yeah, you just sort of sacred me!” He chuckled, “well I guess I will see you later?” I replied with a murmur as he walked away.  He was right I am in a daze; I am falling for him: completely and utterly. I was clutching onto the side of the counter in the kitchen of the café. I looked around for something to distract me; my eyes fell upon a fat piece of carrot cake. You could probably argue that it’s the best cake in the world, I would agree. “Piper Joy, are you pigging out on my last piece of cake!” Joy scolded playfully. “Urmm, yes?” Joy chuckled as she walked back into the serving quarters.

My mind wondered back to the beautiful body of Paul, he is the most caring guy I have ever met. I feel close to him on so many levels. I wonder whether he feels the same way. Or even notices that I fluster as soon as he is near? My thoughts were interrupted by Sara, bouncing into the kitchen. She has so much energy it is marvellous, her apron has been removed the second she had walked in. “What’s happening with you?” she questions; “Nothing.” I reply sharply, and walk out of the kitchen still with the cake in my hand. As I sit down on the breakfast bar Joy pulls out a mug and fill’s it with coffee – she can tell when I am upset, annoyed or agitated. Sara comes and sits next to me, and tucks into my cake. Sara is such a bubbly character I find it hard to believe that her parents could be so neglectful. But if they hadn’t – I feel selfish when saying this- I wouldn’t have a brilliant friend who just understands me. I can relate to her not just because of the fact we have both lost family; but that she is like my double: we can talk about pointless rubbish; embarrassingly dance around to music whilst belting out lyrics. 


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