Love Misunderstood

ay I'll make

ed to my ch

t here!" I mumble under my breathe, an

s and a little too much at times, that is until I can't to find the one thing I needed for today, besides I knew where most of my things were in the mess. My hairbrush i

ey!" I hear my mother Julia y

ew

my place at the sink. I glance in the mirror and as usual I hate what I see. I see the eyes that had so much life drain a bit more since

eautiful in her own way but you know what they say "If you want to find out what your wife looks like when she is older look at her mother." If that is where I am headed

parents, my dad holding his arms around me, hugging me to his front with a massive smile after making me laugh from

irl knew what was in

have been for years and I guess they get along better now, only took almost ten years, but there are less argumen

because I don't want him around that since I remember when

ed mum off and she started yelling, even more louder than before and then went onto bang the door of his office slash new bedroom against the baniste

real, now ten years later it's the other way around, I suppose it's pretty since I g

we got along better since it was a big age gap of eleven years, before he could talk I swear he could understand how i felt, he would always hold my finger and star

he is never quiet, even sleeping he is known for his sleep talking maratho

yet his is a few shades darker. He appears just below my shoulder but catching up slow, I know when he ge

ecent teenage years. I am somewhat content with the fact that I will not be around as much when he becomes a

y on with what i am doing. If my life was a diary it wou

sky and a height of five feet two. Whereas everyone else is prepared and has great time managem

would want

nd it on my desk, my right hand grabs my clear phone case showing an arcade ticket and

blindness is g

a pitchfork. He is the most feared teacher in school and he hates people being late. Now I am in university I feel even more nervous,

on the second to last step and fell flat on my back. My limbs are now aching, I hear from above me a mu

ay. My brother and I rarely quarrel but on the rare occasion we do, I look at him and slowly stand up. I ment

begin to tickle

beat every time he says it. My hands are on him and he's struggling with me with his laughter in my ears. I

u a ride today, but tomorrow you'll have to take the bus. If you'

he still thinks she can say the word 'detention' and I will get sc

and we all head out to the car. We arrive at the university I am

yone is al

my shoes against the ground as I go in the echoey hallways. Please don't trip, pl

for my life as I see that Mr. Coleman is writing something on the board, he is a heavy man with grey hair, eag

fe, "Cutting it close a bit there Lacey." a loud deep

s running late." I dou

and see the timetable of the bus times to help students manage time going to and from Uni. I notice the last bus sho

wberry red face of embarrassment from everyone. I glance at the bookshelves in the corner, then recall th

g really anno

cared to just walk out to go to the bathroom since I am still in the mindset of scho

e no since I've already messed up once this morning, but I keep going. He is not known to let

I think it might be that I am late in my period and I am having cramps. I am having a heavy flow, and I don't want

onto this information and use it as maybe a little blackmail if needed in the future) I see a wrinkly hand in front of my

e library and see if I can find the book I'm looking for. Maybe I

want to have that kind of experience in real life, mo

was out in front of the library. I open the door and look

a whole aisle full. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to check out the book collect

ds in, I hear quickened breath coming from behind the bookshelf on the other side. Being curious but not wan

hing that makes my ey

, curly, brunette almost black hair cascading around his face. A leather jacket resting against his trembling knee, a long, white-sleeved sh

s suffering from what looks like an anxiety attack; his hands are shaking profusely and the guy is holdin

d from the shelf, before I know it, I bumped a book and it fell to the floor. The guy looks up in a panic, his eyes wide, it suddenly hit me: it's Caden James! He is the only person I wish

ks at me with a look like he wants to yell at me for interrupting but nothing comes ou

t I almost touch his knee. We both sit cross legged and he closes his eye

eyes at lightning speed and fixes his gaze on my eyes. I breathe enough for him to see my pace, and he slowly begins to copy my breathing pattern, calming down n

but him. He scoots over when I try to take his hand again when Istart to see it s

smallest of smiles, and he just looks at me and says nothing. He opens his mouth and runs his tongue fro

'm either happy or sad that

rcing gaze. "I hope you feel better." I make my way to the end of the shelf, about five feet from him

ank