Round Four:D

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
for Rhensis's Booksie Contest of a Lifetime:)

Submitted: August 03, 2011

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Moving to London was perhaps one of the scariest things that I ever had to do. It felt a million miles away from the small village in the country where I grew up. But, Mum had always said that one day, she would move us to a place that is more sociable, mostly for my benefit. In all honesty though, I never really thought that she would go through with it.

But I guess she felt she had to after certain events occured, so I had the daunting task of the first day at a school where the kids have known each other since they were five. I'd be joining Year 8 and the other 12 and 13 year olds. Frightening.

***

Sometimes I wish I could go back and tell that petrified girl that she has nothing to fear, and that she most definitely should watch out for the dodgy step on the way into the Maths room, or else she may fall in front of everybody. Just a hint, just in case.

I think my school life would have been different had I not been as scared. I remember Olivia, the "cool" girl coming up to me and telling me I had pretty hair and would I like to sit with her and her fellow "cool" friends? Then, I didn't understand popularity or how much of a privilege that may have been. So, I politely declined and continued to eat my ham sandwich from home.

It was that meeting between Olivia and myself that attracted the attention of a girl sat near me in the lunch room. She came and sat next to me, introduced herself as Hannah and quickly she became my first real friend in London.

***

The months following seemed like a total blur. I reckon that I spent over 90% of my time with Hannah and the other 10% at home with Mum. It could be safe to say that Mum wasn't best pleased with my friendship with Hannah, although I had no clue why. I had assumed it was jealousy, even thoughthat made absolutely no sense at all.

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Things started to go pearshaped around Easter time. I was staying at Hannah's house for her birthday (we had already been shopping and to the cinema). We had watched films and were almost dozing off to sleep at some silly hour in the morning when Hannah started to speak.

"Thank you for making my birthday so special Jess. You're my best friend." She had smiled at me in the darkness before drifting off to sleep.

I spent the night awake, thinking about what she said, and what I was supposed to say, which I hadn't said, if that makes sense. In the morning, I got up and I ran home, before Hannah, or anybody in the world was awake. I made it to my red front door, rang the bell furiously, then fainted conveniently into my mother's arms.

Mum, the poor thing, had to practically drag me inside, where she lay me on the sofa. When I woke, she was watching me from the armchair.

"Jess, what happened hunny." Her tone was soothing and comforting, so I told her everything, from meeting Hannah, to the times we went shopping, to the time we camped in the field behind her house, to the time she almost drowned in the swimming pool, right up until the previous night and what she said to me. The story dragged on more than I had intended, but credit to Mother she listened intently throughout. When I had finally finished she looked at me and sighed.

"Sweetie, you always knew that this would happen eventually!" I grimaced.

"Yeah, but I didn't think it would be like this, I mean this hurts Mum, it's like physical pain." She sighed again.

"Well, honey, you went through something that rather resembles hell..."

As she talking, I can see flashbacks in my mind of that day 4 years ago, when I was 10. We had been playing catch in the front garden and the ball had gone into the road. Lucy went to get the ball. There was a hedge in the way, so I couldn't see Lucy, but I heard more then enough. I heard the screech of tyres, the scream and the screeching again as the car continued on its' journey as though nothing had happened.

I remember running out and seeing her blond hair dyed red from the blood that spilled from her head. For seconds I just stood there and stared. I could hear the sirens in the background, but even I knew it was too late.

It was at Lucy's funeral that I decided that I would never have another best friend, because I already had one. It was the same time that Mum decided that she didn't want anymore children because she said that she couldn't bear it if she lost another. It was, in total, 5 minutes of hell. Mum lost a daughter. I lost a best friend and a twin. A lifelong bond was snapped in just seconds and it could never be recovered.


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