The Memory of A Girl
Chapter 1
By: Rosie Lovely
Christene POV
I was getting up for school, happily for the first time. My birthday is in two more days and I can't wait to see what happens! My parents always throw me some kind of party or give me some great gift, not that I'm spoiled or anything, but they're just so nice to me all the time and I can't say no to kindness. I wrapped my purple colored towel around me and tied my hair in a messy bun, ready for the shower, then my phone rang. The caller was my friend Karen. Knowing she always calls me when I least expect it, I picked up the phone.
"Hey, Birthday Girl!" Karen shouted, I giggled.
"Thanks Karen," I smiled. "Did you have to call me just before I get in the shower?" I asked her.
"Hey, TMI! To much imformation!" Another voice called in, I recognize that voice. My friend Mallory.
"Mallory?" I replied, knowingly. "You guys have me on three-way again? Why can't we just talk to one person each?" I laughed.
"It won't be as fun when we prank call you!" Another voice giggled in, I recognized that one too. My friend Melissa.
I laughed at my three friends. "You guys are so weird!" I laughed into my cell phone.
"Who cares, we have to talk about your birthday Chris." Karen spoke.
"Well can it wait until we get to school, or at least when we meet around the corner?" I asked them, I heard Melissa sigh.
"Your no fun at all.." She joked, Mallory laughed.
"Fine, we'll wait for the birthday girl outside of her house." Karen said, I smiled.
"Thanks!" I spoke before we all hung up the phone, I chuckled as I walked down the hallway and into my bathroom.
After I got out the shower, I got dressed in a simple pink ruffled tank top, destroyed skinny jeans, and black wholesale canvas sneakers. I brushed my long glossy black hair, tunefully. As I looked in the mirror, memories started filling my head. A woman with twinkling gray eyes and black hair like mine, she had a smile on her face. The words she said became vivid in my mind.
"If you work hard enough, you might be the best fairy in the world."
Fairy? Why do I need to work hard? I've been having the same memory for a long while and I'm starting to think it means something, but what? Fairies don't exist. My thoughts were interrupted by my father's voice.
"Chris, come down for breakfast!" He shouted from downstairs, I stood and placed my brush on my dresser.
I grabbed my white floral print jacket and my bookbag and headed downstairs. In the kitchen, a lady with long bright red hair, beautiful purple colored eyes, and a light milky skin tone stood at the stove with a plate full of pancakes. I think my mom is so pretty, and my dad is really handsome too. He is much taller than both me and mom. He has thick brown hair, light blue eyes, and a medium skin tone.
Mom looked at me with a loving smile, as always. No matter what I did wrong, mom would still be happy. There was one time when I accidentally knocked over her favorite vase, and all she did was smile and tell me "it's okay, it was old anyway". I really want to see her mad, not that I'm trying to though, for all I know it might be a scary thought.
Same thing with my dad, he always happy too. But the only difference is, mom tells dad what to do and when to do it. Not the usual "Honey, can you go get the mail please?", I'm talking about how if mom drops a fork, dad has to pick it up ASAP. If she drops a glass, dad has to sweep it. So basically I've never done a chore in this house, to be clear. It does get a little freaky having your parents be happy all the time, but when your an only child who doesn't have to do chores, who gives a crap?
"Morning mom." I smiled back at her as I sat at the kitchen table, ready for my meal.
Mom held out a plate full of pancakes, bacon and eggs. Dad immediately grabbed it from her and placed it infront of me. I love mom's cooking. Even if she cooked the same thing, it would taste better and better each time.
"Yum.." I sighed as I bite the pancake off my fork, mom giggled at me.
"Christene, you say the same thing everytime I make pancakes for you." She smiled as she kissed my cheek
"That's because your cooking is AMAZING mom!" I cheered for her, dad clapped his hands.
"I agree to that," He chuckled. "Can I try a piece, please?" He asked me nicely. I poked a piece of pancake with my fork and was about to feed it to him, but mom pushed him away.
"Hun, that's our daughter's food. Make your own if you want some." She told him sternly, but a smile was still on her face.
Dad coughed then left the room. Mom next to me at the table set for three, she watched me eat her crispy bacon and golden eggs. "So dear, what would you like for you're birthday?" She finally asked me.
"Mom you don't have to get me something every year, can't I just have a sleepover with just my friends?" I asked her.
"But I want to get you something. You're the only person I care about." She said to me, her voice sounded like she meant it. "But if you want to have a sleepover with your friends, that's fine with me."
"Thanks mom," I kissed her cheek and stood with my empty plate. "I have to go to school now." I sighed, mom took the plate away from me and sat it on the counter.
She walked me to the door where I found dad reading a newspaper. Her stood and they both watched me leave out the door. "Bye sweetheart, we love you!" They both said before they shut the door.
I grinned. Outside I met my friends Karen, Melissa and Mallory, who I poke with on the phone earlier. "Hey girls!" I greeted them.
They waved and we all started walking up the block. "So what are your parents doing for your birthday this year?" Mallory asked me, her dark brown hair swishing in the wind.
"Nothing. I told my mom that I just want to have a sleepover with you guys, so tomorrow night meet at my house." I told them, Karen laughed.
"Cool!" She nodded.
"And we have something to tell you too." Mallory smiled.
"It's our birthday surprise for you!" Melissa added happily.
"Oh guys, you all are so sweet!" I hugged them, "Well let's hurry to school before we're late." I said, we all began walking down the block.
The thought still raced in my mind. Who is the woman I keep seeing in my memories?...
I'm pleased with this chapter! :) Please review!
~Rose
