Hey, hey! I'm back with the second chapter. Sorry for not posting it until now, I have been really busy! [Like, seriously. I can not even begin to explain. Lol!] I only have time to write at like… 1-AM so I don't know when the third chapter will be up. But I will get it out as soon as possible! :]

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Let Go

Chapter Two

Wake-up Call

XoXoX

August 19th

2006

The sun was bright and shining, glaring off windshields and dark asphalt. The sky stretched above was a clear blue with only small, fluffy clouds dusted here and there. I was currently standing outside, waiting for the school bus to come around my block and pick me up. Only about a minute went by of me boringly shuffling my feet and glancing around my neighborhood before I saw the bus coming. It stopped with a high pitched creek before the doors were opened by the driver, whom didn't even bother to look at me as I stepped into the large, yellow vehicle. The doors closed behind me as I made my way deeper into the bus. I found an empty seat as far back as I could so I was able to sit by the window and look out as usual.

I dropped my black messenger bag to the floor and took my seat. I then pulled out my MP3 player and turned it on, switching it to a random My Chemical Romance song before putting my headphones on. The music began to fill my ears and I recognized the song to be "Famous Last Words," One of my personal MCR favorites. I leaned my head against the cold glass of the window and closed my eyes, enjoying the music. That is until about half way through the song, when someone suddenly pulled the headphones from my ears, jolting me back to reality.

"Victoria? Helloo?" I quickly looked to my right to see Brittney leaning over slightly, giving me an "Earth to Victoria!" expression.

"What?" I replied.

"Can I sit here?" She questioned, pointing at the empty seat. I nodded my head,

"Sure."

"Cool, thanks," She responded, practically throwing herself in the seat next to me. "Uhg!" She groaned, " I'm soo tired right now. Last night me and the others stayed up almost all night watching movies!" A crease formed between my brows as she said this and I gave her a confused look,

"The others? Like Megan? And Katie?" She paused for a moment after I said this.

"Yeah," She spoke slowly, almost hesitantly, "Sarah was also there. It was kinda like a sleep over… thing." Oh, so basically it was a sleep over with all the girls. That is, except for me, of course. I shifted in my seat,

"Oh, cool," Was all I said while giving a nod. Yeah, ditching me, cool…

"So, anyway!" She said, probably looking to change the subject, but was failing. She then saw me reaching for my headphones so I could continue with my music and quickly grabbed them,

"Oh, What are you listening to?" She asked, holding the device to her ear. And when she heard the song, She suddenly crinkled her nose and frowned in distaste.

"Ew! My Chemical Romance?" She cringed, dropping the small, blue headphone. She said their name as if she could not believe I was listening to them.

"I like that band…" I commented.

"Yeah, I don't understand why though," She rolled her eyes. My lips pressed into a thin line as I felt the need to defend one of my many favorite bands, but I held myself back. I sighed and put the headphone back in my ear, not bothering to argue with her. I was used to it anyway. Allot of people didn't understand why I liked the things I do. And they don't know why I don't like their music. Or why I preferred to stay home and draw rather than going shopping. I guess my lack of enthusiasm over things that the average teenage girl is supposed to like made it difficult to really have friends or fit in well.

I sometimes wondered what would happen if I were to write down all my thoughts, shove it into a bottle, and drop it into the sea? I could only hope that it would eventually find someone who could understand me better than the people here. Then again, I would never know if it would ever be found, or if the person who read it would agree with my thoughts. So it would be a useless act…

I shook these thoughts from my head and turned my music up louder before looking out the window to watch the outside streets and buildings pass by in incoherent blurs. I have no idea how much time went by as I just sat there thinking to myself, but I soon became un-aware of my surroundings until I suddenly noticed movement from beside me, and realized Brittney was getting up. I looked back out the window to find the bus had stopped, and we were already at school. I blinked, wondering how I wasted that much time lost in my own mind but brushed it off and quickly put my MP3 away before grabbing my bag and standing up to fallow the large group of people flooding out of the bus.

As I made it to the door, I hopped off of the bus and continued to walk towards the school's entrance where my real day would begin. I can't say I was looking forward too it. The first place I would be heading off to was homeroom, which was of course boring. What's worse is that we had a substitute teacher filling in since our real teacher was off because of some injury. And our substitute teacher made the class even more boring than usual, if that was possible.

But I think most of the torture was because I was stuck next to the two most popular girls in school, Jamie and Bridgette, whom were currently gossiping, or creating some gossip to spread around. I wasn't sure because I was too busy trying to drown it out. I sighed and leaned my head against the table. Sometimes I wish I could control time just so I could skip past class or something. Heck, I would probably skip past the whole school day. I mean studies aren't that bad, it's just that this school probably has the nosiest student population in history and I wanted to avoid them at all costs. But then again, if I could control time, Maybe I could just stop it for a minute, and go around class pulling stupid, little pranks on everyone there that I didn't like. It didn't even have to be anything serious. Maybe I could just tie their shoelaces together and watch them fall at the end of class, or get a soda and make someone hold it over Jamie's head, so when I un-froze time, it would dump all over her.

The mental image of Jamie getting grape soda pored all over her perfect blond hair and perfect clothes, and the expression on her face when it would happen was enough to make me grin to myself like a madman. God, I was so evil sometimes.

XoXoX

The rest of the day was the same as any other. Each class I went to was just another session of sitting and waiting dearly for the bell to ring. It was always the same thing and every minute seems to drag on for hours. Lunch wasn't any better either. I just silently sat at the table, drinking my vitamin water and occasionally taking a bite of my peanut butter & jelly sandwich. My friends, Brittney, Sarah, Megan, Katie, and Derrick were all sitting around me, laughing and joking with each-other as usual. Well, they weren't really my friends. Not close ones, at least. I wasn't actually sure what they were to me. Or what I was to them. I mostly felt like an extra person there, rather than a friend. Most of the conversations they had I was left out of, and would only occasionally say something. And when they all did something together, I would almost always be left out. Like with that sleep-over Brittney had last night. I had no idea about that. It just so happen that Brittney slipped up with her words and I ended up figuring it out. It's not like I really cared if I was invited or not, though. If I had been invited, I would probably just have been bored out of my mind the whole time, completely uninterested with any conversation they had. And they knew this, which is the reason why they didn't invite me.

I took the last bite of my sandwich, and one last sip of water before I decided I was done. And so I gathered my things and stood up from the lunch table, throwing my trash away in a nearby garbage can. And when lunch ended, and classes started back up again, I said bye to everyone, the others just saying "Yeah," or "Okay".

Eh, At least it was something.

XoXoX

I couldn't have been happier that day when the last bell rang, telling me that I was finally able to leave school and go home. For some reason, today was just one of those days that dragged on even longer than usual and I often found myself looking at the clock only to sigh in defeat. Those days are just complete torture in my eyes.

Thankfully, I was able to listen to music again on the bus, this time without anyone to disturb me. And when the over-sized gas guzzler pulled up to my stop, I practically ran and leaped out of the bus in pure joy. I then planned what I would do for the rest of the day as I walked up to my house. Maybe I would draw some stuff? Or find some new bands on the internet? Or maybe I can just go on YouTube so I can waste my time clicking video after video to find entertainment in possibly the dumbest things on the web.

God, I really need a life.

I shook my head and sighed, opening the front door of my house and stepping inside,

"I'm back!" I called out so my mom would know I was here. I took my school bag and tossed it in a random place before walking towards the kitchen, feeling thirsty.

"Oh, good! I need to talk to you about something!" My mom announced, stepping into the kitchen behind me. Uh-oh. It was never good when she "needed to talk to me".

"What is it?" I asked, taking a water bottle out of the fridge.

"Well, your father and your aunt Jessie were talking on the phone today…" She began slowly.

"Okay," I dragged it out, urging her to continue before I took a sip of my water. I wondered what my dad and my aunt talking had to do with me though.

"And, well, your aunt suggested that maybe… You should go visit her in Germany?" I choked on my drink a little when she said this, almost spitting it all over the place. But I managed to forcefully swallow the liquid down.

"What?" I nearly yelled, still surprised. Was my mom insane? I mean, I didn't really know my aunt Jessie. And the last time I saw her I was like nine years old! All I know about her now is that after my family moved out of Germany she and her husband adopted a daughter. Besides that, she's a complete stranger! Just a blood related one.

"Why does she want me to go visit her?" I asked, confused. "I don't really even know her, anyway."

"But that's why she wants you to visit! She wants to get to know her niece more. And besides, when we first moved to America, you were always wanting to go back to Germany," She pointed out, "And now you don't want to go back?" Her eye brows furrowed together as she said this.

"It's not that I don't want to go back… It's just that… I'll have to take several planes to get there. And the whole process is always so annoying!" I complained. Feeling to lazy to travel. My mom sighed heavily, knowing how stubborn I could be with these things.

"Fine. But just think about it, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," I responded. I then turned away from her and left the kitchen, picking up my bag and going upstairs to my room. I tossed my bag on the floor before flopping on my bed, burying my face into my pillow. My mom was completely crazy, wasn't she? She's the type of mom that wouldn't dare let me out of her sight at a Chuck-E-Cheese, yet she is willing to send me off to Germany to live with my aunt?

I'll never understand that woman.

I sighed, turning onto my back and staring at the plain white ceiling. Well, the offer was made. I might as well think about it before I say no, right?

And so I began to think, first going over all the reasons why I should stay before considering the good points on going.

Reason 1 On Why I Should Stay:

Traveling half way across the world is complicated, and I'm lazy.

Reason 2 On Why I Should Stay:

I don't really know my aunt. What if I end up hating her!

Reason 3 On Why I should Stay:

I don't see why I should go back. I'm already in America, And I'm perfectly content here.

I frowned at the last one. No, That wasn't right. I didn't feel right here at all. In fact, from the moment I arrived here I didn't feel like I belonged My family knew it, My friends knew it, everyone knew it. And when I was around people, it felt like I was completely out of place. I didn't talk all the time, I didn't laugh at the right jokes, And I didn't react how I should have to certain things.

But that still does not apply to this situation, because what good would going back to Germany do to my social life? Nothing.

I shook these thoughts from my head and sat up, pushing myself off of my bed. I needed to do something to distract myself. I looked around my room, and quickly decided I would read a book to take my mind off things. I walked over to my books and began shuffling through them, looking for something entertaining. And in the middle of sorting through the large pile, I ended up dropping a small stack on the ground with a "thud". I looked down at the new mess and sighed before leaning over, picking the three books back up. That's when I noticed something slipping through the pages of one of them and softly landing on the floor, the back facing me so all I saw was a blank sheet of paper.

I looked at it with curious eyes and bent down to pick up the piece of paper between my thumb and index finger. I then flipped it over and the image that filled my sight made my eyes widen, sending a shock of recognition through me.

It was a picture.

But not just any picture. It was a picture of my old friends back in Germany. It was of me, Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav. I just stood there, gripping onto the photo as memories began to flood over me. I was suddenly remembering everything about them, and all of the times we had been through. I remember laughing and talking and doing anything we could think of together. I remembered how they understood all of my thoughts, and how Bill and Tom were possibly the most nonjudgmental people I had met. I Remember the day I met each of them, And also the day I left.

And as I sat there, thinking more and more about them, and replaying memories in my head, memories where I was always smiling and laughing, always happy. Something inside of me suddenly snapped, and a realization hit me,

What happened to the person I used to be? The old Victoria that was happy? Where did she go?

When I left, Days, like years, slipped past me, and somehow I had allowed myself to forget them and the ridiculous happiness they gave me. And suddenly, I didn't remember how to live like how I used too. Like freedom. All this time I have been letting myself feel like some outsider, always wondering why I wasn't like this or that. I had let myself stumble on somebody else's words and a new form of self-consciousness overcame me. But I didn't need anyone else's words. I wasn't searching for the "right" answers.

After all, that was one of the things I learned from Bill.

My eyes suddenly began to well with tears, a prickling sensation stinging the surface, and I realized just how much I missed my friends. I wanted to be with everyone again so much. And for the first time in a long time, I felt lonely. I felt like I had no one in the world, because my only true friends were half way across it. And in that instant, I knew what my answer to my Aunt's offer was. I was going to say yes.

I was going back to Germany…

End Chapter One

Yaaay! Done with the second chapter. :D Too bad it's another short one though. =_= Anyway, I'm sorry if it seemed too rushed at the end. I'm terrible at ending chapters! But I hope you liked it!

Thanks for reading, And please review!

~Cayley~