Chp.1. Kissing Trust Goodbye

'"Gopher…..don't!" I screamed. But, he didn't listen. I watched, frozen in place as he stood there. A peaceful smile across his face as he waved his hand. He thought it was a joke. He was testing his life to prove a point. A point he didn't have to prove. "Gopher, please don't do this. I get it alright, I'm sorry. I never should have doubted it." I cried; begging him to listen.

"Why Belle?" He shouted back...a frown replacing the smile. "Why shouldn't I do this? What's 7 years of friendship if we can't trust each other?"

"But, I do trust you."

"If that was true, I wouldn't be doing this."

"I trust you Gopher," I froze as the loud beat of some rock music came blasting around the corner. It couldn't be more than 500 yards away and speeding wouldn't take nothing more than 15 seconds to get down the street to where He stood waiting. "-Just listen to me. I trusted you in the 1st grade to be my friend. I trusted you to protect me from all the other kids."

...13secs...

"I trusted you when Greg Hardy tried to kiss me in 3rd grade. I trusted you in the 5th grade when I had to walk 9 blocks to my house from after school. I've trusted you so many times in just 7 years of friendship."

...10secs...

"I still trust you Christopher Anthony. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you what was happening. I was scared okay. I didn't want to disappoint you, I didn't want to lose this friendship. But, I guess now I realize that not telling you did just that. Even if you don't want to be my friend anymore, don't do this."

...8secs...

"Please." I whispered at a last attempt.

...7secs...

...6secs...

...5secs...

"Trust me."

...4secs...

...3secs...'

~~~~~~~~~C.A+B.M~~~~~~~~~

'Trust me...I know what I'm doing!
From day one I got things wrong,
One day I'll get things right. (Maybe)
I never thought I knew the answers
While the whole world thinks they might.

Big headed, wrong-headed
Anything under the sun,
I'm really no-one.
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me'

I reached a hand over to click off my alarm before flopping back on my bed with a sigh. Today was not going to be a good day. I could already tell. Today was the first day at my new school. I was a Junior and I wasn't excited. I didn't know whether to call it a dream or a nightmare. But, either way, thinking about that day would only bring pain. I was glad it didn't finish and conitnue the cycle. Even 96 years later, I could never let go. I knew it was wrong of me to hurt myself with thoughts of my old bestfriend, but in a way it also brought me comfort. Comfort to know that I haven't forgotten him.

"Isabella!" Rylie called from the opposite side of my door. Yes, my name was now Isabella. It's been changed many times throughout the years from: Isabel, Isabelle, Belle, Marabelle, Marie Belle, Idabell, Bella and now to Isabella. There were many more in between but they didn't last as long as those did.

"Yes, Rylie?" I replied.

"Mother said get ready for school." She voiced.

"I'm getting up now." She didn't reply so I figured she went to wake the others. Rylie was my adopted sister or more so I hers. I was adopted into the Ween family exactly 6 months ago. Mrs. Ween also known as Amberlynn needed someone to look after her kids but a childhood memory made her fear for her children in hiring a babysitter. So, that's where I came in. They accepted me willingly into the family and treated me as their own. But, there were times when I knew this wasn't where I belonged. Something would always be missing, someone would always be missing. The family included Mrs. Amberlynn Ween herself, her husband Thomas Ween and their children. There was 13 year old Rylie, 10 year old Charlie, twin 6 year olds Addie and Andee and last but not least 2 year old Thalia.

I finally got the energy to get out of bed before gathering my bathroon essentials and heading out into the hall. I was in luck because the upstairs bathroon; exactly across from my room was empty. I quickly took a 5 minute shower and brushed my teeth before wrapping up in a towel and rushing back into my room. I wasn't too particular about what I wore. But, I was highly against anything bright; more so meaning pink, or anything lacey or frilly. After picking through my small set of clothes, I settled on a simple white button-up over my black tank top with a black vest. My khaki cargo shorts and black and white chuck taylors. It was simple, wouldn't draw much attention and very me. I threw my hair into a messy side ponytail and called it a day.

After re-checking that I had everything I needed for my first day, I followed the smell of Apple Cinnamon Waffles to the kitchen. I greeted and said goodbye to Mr. Ween whom hastily grabbed his briefcase and jacket before rushing out the front door. 'Late,' I thought. Mr. Ween worked as a lawyer, my stomach knotted, in Port Angeles. It hurt to even think of words that in some way could relate to Gopher. His father, Edward Masen, was a lawyer. An exceptional one at that, the best Chicago could ever wish to have. It was heartbreaking when Mr. Masen was robbed and murdered at gun point coming from his office late one stormy night.

"Isabella, are you alright dear?" Mrs. Ween asked placing a hand on my stiff shoulder. I looked into her warm blue eyes before nodding. She smiled sofly before guiding me into the deliciously aroma filled kitchen.

"Bewwa!" Thalia shouted excitedly as I walked into the room. She waved her little arms up in the air at me. I grinned as I patted her blonde curls being careful not to let her touch me. Her hands were covered in what I presumed to be grits. "Hey, buddy." I replied taking a seat countercorner from her spot.

"Are you all ready for school?" Mrs. Ween quesitoned as she placed a steamy hot breakfast in front of me with a glass of ice cold milk.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I mumbled before saying grace and digging into the meal.

I finished the breakfast in record timing, setting my empty dishes in the sink before grabbing my bookbag. I bid farewell to everyone and walked out the front door to my first day of torture. I could already feel that it was going to be a complete fiasco.