Reverse this curse. - chapter I.
Sooo... I apologize if my English's not perfect. I'll try to upload chapters as soon as I can, and I hope you enjoy this story I imagined one or two nights before I fell asleep. I want you to say your opinion about the story in the reviews, pleeeeease.
It was early September, and Ronnie Radke was on his father's car, heading to pick up his sister. He was really nervous, but also cheerful, cause two long years has passed since he'd seen her for the last time; and he missed having someone to talk about all possible subjects, and he also missed to protect and bother the little Emilie. He was only two years older than her, but he felt like he had to protect her from everything and everyone, especially after what happened two years ago. The kilometres that separated him from his little sister felt like endless for him, the minutes spent in the car seemed hours, until they finally reached their destination.
They parked the car as close as possible, and before leaving the car, they could already see the slender silhouette of a girl with black hair, long and straight, with bangs and streaks of at least three different colors, and wearing a shirt of any hardcore band, skinny pants and a pair of military boots. She was, without doubt, Emilie Radke, seventeen years as a proud misfit. She recognized the car in the moment she saw it, she grabbed a suitcase in each hand, and walked towards it as fast as the weight of both bags allowed her. Ronnie and Daniel got out of the car and went to hug her tightly, one after the other, and tell her how beautiful she was and how much she'd grown up.
They brought the suitcases to the car and put them in the trunk, for immediately afterward get into the car and go way back home. A barrage of questions began to fall over the girl: how was the place, if she did have fun, if she had known many people, if they had become friends, if she'd missed them both and her home... She put aside his usual bad character, and answered all questions being nice.
With the only difference, this time she wasn't pretending to be happy and nice, this time she was happy, for finally have come out of there, and for being back to see his father and his brother and best friend. After an hour of talks about the same things, more of an interrogation to the newcomer, they arrived to their small apartment in Las Vegas.
They three went up the suitcases and, after entering the house, left them in Emilie's bedroom. She came and stood looking at her room for a few minutes, each object in there brought her a sea of memories, and it made her smile seeing that the room was exactly like the last time she'd seen it.
"I have to go to the office, I'll come back at night. Ronnie, help Emilie to empty the bags, okay?"
"Sure, bye." said Ronnie.
"Have a good day, dad." Daniel farewelled them and immediately left the house.
Emilie took off the lock of the suitcases and opened them to begin to empty and put everything in their place. Clothes, clothes, clothes, clothes, mobile phone and iPod with their chargers, makeup, diadems, bracelets of spikes, gloves, necklaces, books and manga comics, more clothes... It took about an hour to put everything, and then they sat on Emilie's bed, exhausted.
"How was it? It wasn't as horrible as you thought, was it?" Said Ronnie, breaking the silence "Naaaah, it wasn't a damned hell as I thought it would be, but I cannot say it has been like the holiday of my life."
"Ready to go back to school? That is the real hell!"
"I guess... aggg, I have no desire to return to see all these useless wastes of human flesh!"
"You know, because of the two missing years, you'll be in fourth of high school [in Spain, fourth of high school is for people about fifteen or sixteen years old, I don't know the equivalent in USA], right?"
"I know! And what bothers me is not being in the same class as Juliet... I can't wait to see her!" Juliet was Emilie's best friend, they met in kindergarten and from that, they became inseparable. Together they have been though so much good and bad things, that Emilie could write a book about all their anecdotes.
"Don't worry, hopefully you'll be in the same class as some of my friends, and I bet you'll get along with them." He told her, in an attempt for reassure her.
"Partners in your band?"
"Yes, the bassist and the two guitarists are going to make fourth year of high school. Even if the bassist is a year older than you..."
"He doesn't give a fuck about the studies, we, like someone I know." She laughed, referring to his brother.
"Hey, I'm only a year to finish high school! [in Spain, the last year in high school is fourth, but then you can study Bachillerato, that's two more years, and in the story he's in the second and last year]" Ronnie pretended that Emilie's words bothered him, laughing at Emilie's rebuke.
"And how many years ago you should have finished it, eh? Two?" She continued joking at the expense of his brother, and then he threw Emilie on the bed and began to tickle her while she tried to separate Ronnie from her. "Okay, okay, that's it, stop!"
"That's what you get from messing with me, brat." Ronnie helped her to stand up and sit back on the bed, while she looked at him in jest as if to kill him.
"Well, changing the subject... your band has already got a name?"
"No way... cannot think of anything original and that fits well."
"Bah, you don't have to worry about that, it's not that difficult... maybe a sentence that is recorded in your mind at a significant moment, or a few words that remind you of something personal."
"How deep have you become in two years!" Emilie smiled back, really glad to be able to spend hours talking to his brother about anything, no matter how stupid it was.
Emilie Scarlett.