Author's Note: To understand this story, you must've read, "Notice Me"
before reading this. I don't own anything except for the character of Skye
Alexander and her family and friends. I also am the creater of Randy
Orton's baby sister, Anabelle. The wrestlers own themselves and Vince
McMahon owns the WWE. I don't own any music mentioned in this either. The
artists own it and yadi-yada. The cat named Snicklefritz is from 'Big Comfy
Couch'. Nickelodeon owns Spongebob! And I don't own anything so I won't
make this long. I just need to say that I'm doing this for fun! Yeah, yeah.
You've probably heard that speech a million times so; I'll shut up now and
proceed with the story.
The sounds of Hoobastank's "The Reason" were softly playing in the background as Skye Alexander held her cat Snicklefritz in her arms. She stroked his fur as he gave her a loving purr. Her hazel eyes were fixated on a picture sitting on her dresser. For once, it was not of her and her boyfriend, Randy Orton. It was a picture of her little sister before she had passed away, Petra. In the photograph, Petra was dressed in a pink tutu. She had her ballet slippers on and her hair done. The young child was all set to go to her dance recital, the last she would have in her entire life. It had been two weeks since Petra had passed away, but the mood has not changed around the Alexander house. Skye hadn't been to school since the accident and she had never wanted to go back. It was unbearable; the pressures she would face at school. Petra was buried just three days ago, and it had been non-stop misery for the entire family. Skye just stared blankly at the picture, praying for her sister to appear at her door and ask if she could come in. She wanted to wake up this horrible nightmare and find out that Petra really is alive. It killed Skye inside that she never was able to see her sister enter high school or go to her prom. Her children would never have an Aunt Petra to run to if they were mad at her. Skye stopped petting Snicklefritz to wipe away a few tears that were falling down her cheeks. She sniffled, wishing it would all go away. Snicklefritz jumped out of Skye's lap and landed on the ground. He walked around the room, just wandering as Skye shut off the radio and climbed out of her bed. Dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a black oversize sweatshirt, the redheaded teenager walked out of her room and down the stairs. Sitting in the kitchen was her mother, Desirae. She was seated at the table, black puffy bags underneath her eyes. She had a cup of coffee sitting in front of her, but she had no heart to drink it. Tears ran down Desirae's cheeks. Skye walked over to her mother and placed her hand on her trembling shoulder. "Mom, Petra's in a better place now. God needed her in Heaven." Skye told her, not wanting to believe her own words.
"Why did he have to take her like this? And when she was so young? She had so much to live for. God took my baby away." She softly said, hardly able to speak for the tears were running down her face. Skye quickly grabbed a tissue from a box sitting on the other side of the table and began to wipe away her mother's tears. Skye took the seat next to her Mom, wrapping her arms around her and leaning on her shoulder.
"I know, Mom. It's hard. But Petra would want us to be strong."
"I can't be strong right now, Skye. I just can't do it. Please, Skye. Be strong for the both of you. I need you to be my strength." Desirae sobbed, taking another tissue and wiping her eyes. Skye nodded. It was then she realized that she was actually a part of the Alexander family. For her entire life, she had felt like the outcast. Now she knew that she played a role in the family and she had to do her best to be strong.
"I will, Mom. For you and the rest of this family." Skye spoke, letting her mother cry on her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Randy Orton was facing the hardship at school. He sat in his English class, just staring at the clock on the wall. It was twenty minutes until the lunch bell and he couldn't wait to run over to Skye's house and see how she was doing. He couldn't concentrate on Romeo and Juliet. It was too complicated for him. His mind was on Skye and her family, not on whether Romeo and Juliet were bad decision makers. He drowned out the sounds of the classroom as his light blue eyes stared blankly at the clock. He yearned to just walk out and go to Skye's house. The last time he had seen her was the night before, and the entire family was a wreck. Vincent K. McMahon High was missing Braiden and Skye, and it was strange without them. The whole school had been moping around. Nobody was actually really paying attention, ever since the news of Petra's death had been announced. The situation got even worse when Jeff Hardy had been announced as the person who had run over Petra. The school had never been the same since.
Finally, the twenty minutes were up and the lunch bell rang. Randy shot up from his desk, grabbed his boots and practically ran out of the door. Everybody moved out of the way for him as he ran to his locker, opened it up and threw his books in. After he had closed his locker door, he found Ric Flair and Hunter Hearst Helmsley standing there. "I'm in a hurry, guys. If you're going to bug me, then do it another day." Orton told them, turning away.
"We didn't come here to bug you." Ric spoke up, as Randy turned back. He was a bit confused as to why Ric and Hunter were there.
"We came here to say we're terribly sorry for what happened, man. We didn't know Petra personally, but we're still sorry it had to happen. Since you're headed over to the house, we were wondering if you could tell Braiden and Skye that we went our condolences?" Hunter asked, a serious look on his face. Randy couldn't believe it. The two biggest jerks in school were sorry for Petra's death.
"Why don't you come with me? I'm sure Braiden would be happy to see you guys." He replied.
"Are you sure? We don't want to be a bother or anything, man." Ric questioned. Randy nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I was there last night and Braiden seemed like he needed his friends."
"All right then. Let's go." Hunter spoke and the three walked out of the school together, for the first time in over a year.
The sounds of Hoobastank's "The Reason" were softly playing in the background as Skye Alexander held her cat Snicklefritz in her arms. She stroked his fur as he gave her a loving purr. Her hazel eyes were fixated on a picture sitting on her dresser. For once, it was not of her and her boyfriend, Randy Orton. It was a picture of her little sister before she had passed away, Petra. In the photograph, Petra was dressed in a pink tutu. She had her ballet slippers on and her hair done. The young child was all set to go to her dance recital, the last she would have in her entire life. It had been two weeks since Petra had passed away, but the mood has not changed around the Alexander house. Skye hadn't been to school since the accident and she had never wanted to go back. It was unbearable; the pressures she would face at school. Petra was buried just three days ago, and it had been non-stop misery for the entire family. Skye just stared blankly at the picture, praying for her sister to appear at her door and ask if she could come in. She wanted to wake up this horrible nightmare and find out that Petra really is alive. It killed Skye inside that she never was able to see her sister enter high school or go to her prom. Her children would never have an Aunt Petra to run to if they were mad at her. Skye stopped petting Snicklefritz to wipe away a few tears that were falling down her cheeks. She sniffled, wishing it would all go away. Snicklefritz jumped out of Skye's lap and landed on the ground. He walked around the room, just wandering as Skye shut off the radio and climbed out of her bed. Dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a black oversize sweatshirt, the redheaded teenager walked out of her room and down the stairs. Sitting in the kitchen was her mother, Desirae. She was seated at the table, black puffy bags underneath her eyes. She had a cup of coffee sitting in front of her, but she had no heart to drink it. Tears ran down Desirae's cheeks. Skye walked over to her mother and placed her hand on her trembling shoulder. "Mom, Petra's in a better place now. God needed her in Heaven." Skye told her, not wanting to believe her own words.
"Why did he have to take her like this? And when she was so young? She had so much to live for. God took my baby away." She softly said, hardly able to speak for the tears were running down her face. Skye quickly grabbed a tissue from a box sitting on the other side of the table and began to wipe away her mother's tears. Skye took the seat next to her Mom, wrapping her arms around her and leaning on her shoulder.
"I know, Mom. It's hard. But Petra would want us to be strong."
"I can't be strong right now, Skye. I just can't do it. Please, Skye. Be strong for the both of you. I need you to be my strength." Desirae sobbed, taking another tissue and wiping her eyes. Skye nodded. It was then she realized that she was actually a part of the Alexander family. For her entire life, she had felt like the outcast. Now she knew that she played a role in the family and she had to do her best to be strong.
"I will, Mom. For you and the rest of this family." Skye spoke, letting her mother cry on her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Randy Orton was facing the hardship at school. He sat in his English class, just staring at the clock on the wall. It was twenty minutes until the lunch bell and he couldn't wait to run over to Skye's house and see how she was doing. He couldn't concentrate on Romeo and Juliet. It was too complicated for him. His mind was on Skye and her family, not on whether Romeo and Juliet were bad decision makers. He drowned out the sounds of the classroom as his light blue eyes stared blankly at the clock. He yearned to just walk out and go to Skye's house. The last time he had seen her was the night before, and the entire family was a wreck. Vincent K. McMahon High was missing Braiden and Skye, and it was strange without them. The whole school had been moping around. Nobody was actually really paying attention, ever since the news of Petra's death had been announced. The situation got even worse when Jeff Hardy had been announced as the person who had run over Petra. The school had never been the same since.
Finally, the twenty minutes were up and the lunch bell rang. Randy shot up from his desk, grabbed his boots and practically ran out of the door. Everybody moved out of the way for him as he ran to his locker, opened it up and threw his books in. After he had closed his locker door, he found Ric Flair and Hunter Hearst Helmsley standing there. "I'm in a hurry, guys. If you're going to bug me, then do it another day." Orton told them, turning away.
"We didn't come here to bug you." Ric spoke up, as Randy turned back. He was a bit confused as to why Ric and Hunter were there.
"We came here to say we're terribly sorry for what happened, man. We didn't know Petra personally, but we're still sorry it had to happen. Since you're headed over to the house, we were wondering if you could tell Braiden and Skye that we went our condolences?" Hunter asked, a serious look on his face. Randy couldn't believe it. The two biggest jerks in school were sorry for Petra's death.
"Why don't you come with me? I'm sure Braiden would be happy to see you guys." He replied.
"Are you sure? We don't want to be a bother or anything, man." Ric questioned. Randy nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I was there last night and Braiden seemed like he needed his friends."
"All right then. Let's go." Hunter spoke and the three walked out of the school together, for the first time in over a year.