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Reality's Embrace Chapter 2.
Cecilia- I look out my window and stare down at my backyard, once again. The world is slowly turning, and i'm slowly fading. I have to make the best out of everything that is in my life right now. I can't be like my diary, still unwritten. I've made small goals for myself, and wrote them on blue paper. Yes, my favorite color is blue, hence the blue paper. I took out the bucket list of things, and I started to write more down. One of the things on my list is to spend the WHOLE day with Abby. I'm starting that one tomorrow. Hopefully I survive. Abbigal Kayla Johnson, is a year younger then me. 15 to be exact. She's a little naive, but she knows what she's talking about when she argues. She has light brown hair, like my dad, and has freckles on the bottom of her chin. She's short, and a little chubby. But we all love her. Yes, I love my sister. I hate to admit it sometimes. So I promised myself to spend at least ONE day with her. I'd have to follow her around and do everything she tells me too. Ugh, joy. Another one is to kiss a boy. A stranger, a best friend, any boy. Well my age, of course. I was determined to do this one. I've never kissed anyone before. You must be laughing while reading this. A 16 year old? Never been kissed? Yeah, I haven't, build a bridge and get over it. I want to save it for someone real special. I know a kiss isn't as special as your wedding night, but I just feel like if you wanna cherish a moment, you have to do it right and wait. Penelope is barking her head off in the front yard. What's she bitching about now? I stand up and skip down the stairs. Someone's at our door, oh goodie. I opened the door and see the lady that I saw in the car earlier. She smiled at me with her bright teeth "Hi, i'm Katy, from next door. I just wanted to give you these. They're chocolate chip cookies I made. I know it's opposite and i'm the one supposed to be recieving greetings from new neighbors, but I just wanted to say hello" What? Cookies? Wow, well that's nice I guess. It's better then the lady who used to live there. I grab the basket from her hands "Thanks. I'm Cecilia, or Ceci for short" I smile, slightly. She shakes my hand "Nice to meet you, well see you around" she chimes and walks back to her house. I close the door slowly and turn to see Abby staring at me. "Are those cookies?" she points to the basket. I nod and she instantly takes them from my hands. I walk to the counter and stare out the kitchen window. I spot that boy's hair again. Why is it so shiny? I walk over to get a closer look. He's taking out a football and a soccer ball from a brown box. So he's an athlete huh? I wanted to go talk to him, but I didn't want to feel like a stalker. Plus, he jut moved in. I think I should let him settle. Mm, nah, i'll go. I walk out the door of my house and walk over to the hedge. At the end of my hedge is a wall. I climb on a chair, and sit on the wall. I dangle my legs over the wall, and I stare at him. After a few seconds, he looks up at me. I smile sweetly "Hi, I'm Cecilia, but call me Ceci for short. He just stares up at me like I was a total freak. I didn't care though. I waited for his response. Michael- That's the girl from next door. Her name is Ceci she says. She has beautiful green eyes when the sunlight hits them. I stand up and just wait to respond. "Can you like, talk?" she moves her head to the side. I snap out of my little trance and nod slowly "Uhh yeah, sorry. I'm Michael, Michael Jackson" She nods her head "Cool name. Your mom brought over some cookies..." she paused "That was nice of her" So typical of my mom. When we first moved to Atlanta, she made brownies for the neighbors. I told her that the neighbors come to US and bring US stuff. But she didn't care, she just loved to be friendly. Glad i'm not like that. I nod "Yeah, she's wierd like that" and I continue taking out my sports equipment. Ceci just keeps dangling her legs over the wall like it was normal to do that. I bet it is normal to do that in California...to be weird. I touch my hair. She gasps a little and I look up at her. What's with her? She looks at me staring and she blushes a little. Wow, she looks pretty when she blushes. Hmm, that reminds me, I have to call Veronica. She said I had to call her the second I got to my house. But i'm too lazy to do that. I give Ceci a look "What?" She stares at me then shakes her head "Oh nothing I uhh...I just want to know how you keep your hair so shiny" she smiles. I raise one of my eyebrows. My hair? Why did she want to know? I shook my hair and just looked at her "I just put shampoo and blow dry it" I shrug "Nothin to it" "Uh huh" she says quietly, and she jumps off the wall. Whoa, where'd she go? I see her walking back into her house from the front gate. She turns and waves "See you later Michael!" she yells out and goes back inside. Wow, she's one wierd chick. But for some reason, I kinda like her. Not like her like her, but enough to be good friends with her. I stand up and decide to call Veronica. Might as well do that then sit around doing nothing in a state you hate. I take out my iphone and dial Veronica's number. I sit on the couch in the middle of our empty, new living room. It's gonna take forever to get all our stuff back up in the house. Another thing I hated, unpacking. Veronica answers happily "Michael! Baby! How are you? I miss you" she sounds hurt. I sigh "Hey babe, i'm fine. How are you? I miss you too" I bite my nails. Bad habit of mine. She whimpers "I'm dying without you. Johnny is hosting this sick-ass party in an hour, but I don't have you here. He said you were gonna DJ too" she sighs "Baby, when are you gonna come visit?" she asks. I shake my hair and just put my head between my knees, still holding the phone. I bite my lip and answer "Sorry to here that V, I wish I was there to go with you. I don't know yet. We're still settling in. Maybe in a month?" I scratch my scalp with my hand. She gasps "Month? No, I need you hear in like...a week! Baby, you need to be here" she started crying softly "I love you Michael" That was the thing with Veronica. She was cute, funny, but she was way too clingy. Plus, she told me she loved me when she probably didn't even know the meaning of it. I never said it back, because well...I wasn't in love with her. I liked her a lot though. I nodded slowly "You too babe" I paused "Hey, gotta go. My mom is making me unpack for my room. Call you later?" She sighed loudly "Okay. I guess. Don't forget to call me later. K? I love you" I nodded "Yeah, k bye" and I hung up. She hated it when I didn't say it back, but I just don't like saying things without meaning it. I threw my phone on the carpet and just layed my head in my hands. I didn't want to start a new life, I wanted to be with my friends. I wanted to go to parties and have fun. But no, I had to move here. I wanted out. I stood up and went up to my room. It was a decent size, couldn't complain...THAT much. My bed was already siting in the middle of the room. I plopped my body onto the bed and just stared up at the ceiling. I turned my head and saw that my window was parallel to Cecilia's. I sat up and saw her staring out the window. She looked so beautiful with the sunlight hitting her hair, making it look like a flame. A gorgeous flame. I stared at her in awe, while she looked down at her backyard. She took out a pen and started writing in a book I think. I bit my lip and got out my camera from my bag. I wanted to take a picture of her. I don't know why, she just looked like she could be posted on a wall in an art gallery. I focused my camera on her and clicked the button. Cecilia- Hey again. Okay, so I met my new neighbor earlier. He's nice, but kinda quiet. Doesn't really talk much. He has real shiny hair. Name's Michael. He looks like a model with his perfect skin, I wonder if he ever was one in his past life. Anyways, I want to know more about him. Maybe he can be the one I kiss on my bucket list. I mean, it did say any boy. Oh diary, hopefully this summer is interesting enough to write a book about. Ha, like that will happen, but I can wish...right? To be continued.
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