Allie stirred in her sleep, restlessly, tears streaming wildly down her rosey cheeks, soaking her white pillow throughly. It was just a nightmare. Her eyes cracked open a tad fraction. Just enough to peer over at the endside table, and read the flashing neon green numbers of her alarm clock. 8:07 the alarm clock read. Allie exhaled a few deep breaths, rubbing her eyes as she slipped out of the warmth of her duvet. Allie wiped away the dried tears on her cheeks, and brushed away the hair clinging to the tears as she sauntured downstairs, and into the kitchen. She could only muster to think what was this unexplainable feeling. She felt decidedly light-headed, and a tad overheated. Sort of feeling relaxed and almost drifting between wake and sleep. She yawned as she drew nearer to her father, idly sitting at the table, with a black coffee in one hand the news paper in the other.
"Morning, pumkin." he said, mid-sip of his coffee. "Come sit and have some breakfast," he gestured the empty seat opposite him as he set his coffee cup down. Subconciously Allie nodded and sat down in the unoccupied seat, buttering herself a piece of multigrain bread.
Being homesick is one of the worst feelings in my opinion mainly because there is no real quick fix for it. I woke up so homesick for my best friends. My best friend Kristina lives in the bronxs you see, so our visits are limited. K and I go way back, I remember the first chance encounter between us like it happened yesterday. I met her in kindergarten, I remember vividly notcing her prescene the first day of her arrival. She had her long chocolate brown waves that were firmly tied back in lopesided piggy-tales, she'd obviously insisted on doing herself. She was wearing a yellow flowered dress with matching balerina flats. She looked like a lost soul wandering the playground alone at recess time. I confronted her, took her by the hand and offered to show her around. From that point on we bonded in a way that I have never experienced before. She is so caring and kind while also being just as silly as me. We are always trying to come up with silly jokes and such. K and I have grown up to discover we have the same interests, and of course we have a burning passion for two things, forever 21 and Taylor Lautner. My house is also Kristinas as hers is mine. Same goes for our families. We are all so close and it was fate that brought us together and I know together we can and will do something great.
"I want someone to unconditionally love me for who, not who they want me to be. Sort of like a companion, a soul mate, my soul mate." Allie spoke softly, her chin resting against her fist as she propped her elbow up on the engraved frame of the windowsill. The corners of her mouth tugging into a warm smile as she tailed off, listening to the sound of pattering rain on her skylight window.
"I think that you connect too much with the love in novels. The idea is too overpowering, Als. You believe it's all encompassing love and the fact of it being more important and special than anything and everything else. It's enevitable, Allie. Is this your fantasy place, Als? You're fairy tale, Utopia?" Brooke sneered, her tone was distinctive and unusually cold as she brushed a hand through the long, blondish-white curls that cascaded neatly down her shoulders, Allie bowing her head.
"Perhaps, it is all a little unorthodox i'll admit. But how do you know there isn't anyone like that?" Allie questioned, Brooke grimacing at her in disbelief.
"Becuase i've been there, Allie. I've been that naive girl who believes in loving somebody forever. But i've come to terms that it simply isn't possible, Als and I think you should too." Brooke said, harshly, her eyes darkening in angst.
"Does this have anything to do with, David?" Allie questioned, finally lifting her downcast gaze. Brooke seized, primping in the vanity mirror, swallowing the large knot thayt had devoloped in throat, turning and facing Allie with feigned indifference.
"David... N-no. This has nothing to do with.. him" isjointed syllables escaped Brooke's lips.
Allie stripped to the bare, staring into the full lengh mirror through despair filled bloodshock eyes. She had absolutely no hair left to speak of. She missed the comfort of her long hazelnut, brown waves cascading over her shoulders, resting on the smalls of her back, she missed her sun-bleached, caramel highlights. In it's place she had a plain cotton green bandana tied firmly around her head. Her skin resembled a map. Her soft, pale, cream skin, was as cold as a winter day in January. Thick blue veins criss-crossed, bulging over the thin, pale skin this pattern lasted from the nape of her neck to down towards her thighs.
"Als, are you in here?" Brooke called from the hallway, jingling the door handle.
"Just a minute!" Allie scrambled to the floor, picking up her dressing gown and slipping it on, rustling to tie it up as she walked to the door and opening it peering her head outside. "Mmmm?" Allie hummed, standing straighter, no longer slumped.
"This came in the mail for you," She finally said, holding out a plain white, but seemingly thick envolope to Allie.
"Taa," Allie said, swiftly snatching it from her hand, the dressing gown sleeve bearing just enough skin to see her wrist, it was translucently pale, with blue veins visible beneath her forearms.
"Allie, does your father know about this?" she whispered, softly grasping her forearm, her fingers splayed across Allie's skin. Allie jerking her hands away in utter shock, just as Brooke's pale, baby blue eyes meet hers and stared hard into Allie's eyes, her gaze penetrating. Allie sauntered back into her room, slamming the door shut and leaning against it as she ripped open the flap of the envolope, slipping the thick letter out and unfolding it. Her eyes scanning through the important sentences in the paragraph.