Wow...this story's terrible. For those who didn't get the last chapter, Kim is not old and Peg is posing as Kim so her granddaughter doesn't think that she is deprieved of a mother. Why? read on to find out. This will be revealed near the very end...(ooh suspense!)
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Chapter 2:
She looked at her blurred reflection in a puddle before her. Doe-like eyes, luscious blonde hair…it was hard to believe what her life had become. She was only twenty-one now, and so many things had happened since high school. Her head began to spin.
She remembered when it all began. She was so young…and naïve…and clueless. Growing up in her safe, pastel-colored neighborhood, she thought she'd grow up to be a dancer and marry her current boyfriend at that time. It seemed like a perfect plan. Then…then he came.
He clashed with everything. His black leather suit and bushy raven hair looked monstrous next to the pinks, blues and yellows surrounding his temporary new home. His pruning shears-the only companions he had for so many years, were the cause of his rise…and his fall. But, he had something that made him warmer than the fireplaces installed in every home. His deep brown eyes never revealed a second of coldness. He seldom ever talked, and his eyes were quite literally the window to his soul. But, once you looked at anyone else's window, it filled you with so much fear and doubt that all you could do was yearn to see those warm eyes just one more time.
And that's precisely what she did.
After that fateful night, after Edward was sent back to his dark and dusty home, never to return back to suburbia, Kim Boggs was never the same again. Anything that had a dark color reminded her of him. It drove her to insanity. She dyed all her pretty pink and yellow shirts and skirts with the blackest color she could find, and became known to everyone as "the psycho Goth girl". Those same bubbly cheerleader friends she had, those same boys that before could not stop staring at her beauty, now were contributing to her torment and loneliness. She was shunned from every party, every social event, every lunch table (not that she wanted to be there of course).
Things only got worse. She had begun hearing her neighbors talk about how "strange" someone was, and when she came into view, the whispering stopped. She was the new stranger, an item for people to poke fun at and she knew it very well.
It was in no way fair. No one loved her anymore, and the only person who did was out of her reach. So, the solution seemed simple enough.
In the dead of night, Kim Boggs was out of suburbia, with only a duffel bag filled with clothes and other important items in her fragile hand. She left no note for her family, or for anyone. She would be gone forever, so she could forget all the pain. So she could forget the person she missed most and could never see again.
It was long walk to the nearest bus stop. The bench was cold and there was a homeless person sleeping on it. She grasped her bag and waited in the light of a streetlamp. Autumn leaves collected at her feet.
A bus finally arrived after what seemed like an eternity, but it looked surprisingly crowded and she hated being around people, especially at night where she couldn't see anyone. The bus began to drive away, and then she saw something that almost gave her a full-blown heart attack.
Sitting in the very back, all by himself with only the moonlight reflecting off of the back window and shining on his already pale face was someone she could not believe she saw before her own eyes. She blinked a few times, not sure of what to do. It was him, though her brain denied it but her heart kept telling her so. It was the dark figure that secretly comforted her in her dreams. The dark figure she missed holding in her arms.
And suddenly, her legs picked themselves up and chased that bus.
Next chapter will be better (I promise).