Skylar's POV-
Highschool. My least favorit place. The good news. It was the last hari of school. That made me extremely happy. Last hari of hell. Then looking for a job would begin. I was only 15, but I needed to get money so I could pay my mom's hopsital bills.
"Skylar West." I look up to my teacher. "You're wanted in the main office." I feel my stomach twist into a knot. "Sure thing Mr. Benton." I got up, grabbing my bag, ignoring the snickering kids in my homeroom. I slowly walked down the hallway. My thoughts drifted back to last summer. I met the most incredible boy... and I'd admit it, I was in cinta with him. I found myself smiling as I thought of the first time we met.
"What's your name?" asked a voice. I looked up from my book. "My name?" I echoed, confused that a stranger was asking me. But he was such an attractive stranger. "Yes, the thing people call you." he says smiling down at me. I smile. Cute and sarcastic, I think to myself. "My name is Skylar. What about anda Irish boy?" He raises an eyebrow. "How'd anda know I was Irish?" I smile. "The accent isn't hard to pick up on." He laughs, my gosh, such an adorable laugh. "My name is Niall." I smile even more. "What an interesting name..." I say shyly. He stares at me and smiles...
The only problem was, Niall had gone to Ireland. I would never see him again. My jantung sunk when I realized that the first time. With my mom in the hospital, and Niall gone... I realized even trying to find happiness was futile. I stopped walking and gazed at the door. I could just go. Leave school. Be out there, living my dreams. Haha, right. That would never happen.
I headed towards the door. Once I left, there was no coming back. I sighed and thought of Niall again.
"I live in Ireland." he tells me as we walk in the park. "What are anda doing here?" I ask him, risking a look at him. "I came for a competition. For the tampil X-Factor." I look at him. "You sing?" He smiles at me. "Yes." I watch him, my eyes bright as he starts bernyanyi a familar song...
I pushed open the door and walked out of school. Sure, I'd get in trouble. But I didn't care. My mom was sending me to LA to see my dad, so I wouldn't get a call. Even though I argued with my mom, saying I would stay with her, she insisted. I walked on the sidewalk.
"I've never met anyone like you." Niall whispered into my ear as we watched the stars. "Me either... it tears me apart that anda are leaving me..." He hugs me tightly. "You'll have reminders." he whispers. I look at him. "Like what?" I ask quietly. "Like that I cinta you. And this." A ciuman under the moonlight is very special... but with Niall... I never wanted it to stop...
So many memories. And they should be dead to me, because I'm not going to see Niall. And I'll never find anyone like him ever again. My phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hi sweetheart."
"Hi Dad."
"How was school?"
"Okay... how are anda doing Dad?"
"Could be better. But I will be when I see you."
"I miss anda Dad."
"I miss anda too, sweetheart."
There was a pause before he asked:
"How's Mom doing?"
"Not good... the doctor's say she's not going to pull through."
"It will be okay sweetheart. God will make everything better."
I grow silent. I hated it when my dad spoke like that. I had lost all faith in any God, because of my mom. She shouldn't be in the hospital.
"Dad, I have to go. I'm going to see Mom. I'll see anda later tonight."
"Okay sweetheart. I cinta you."
"I cinta anda too. Bye."
"Bye."
Highschool. My least favorit place. The good news. It was the last hari of school. That made me extremely happy. Last hari of hell. Then looking for a job would begin. I was only 15, but I needed to get money so I could pay my mom's hopsital bills.
"Skylar West." I look up to my teacher. "You're wanted in the main office." I feel my stomach twist into a knot. "Sure thing Mr. Benton." I got up, grabbing my bag, ignoring the snickering kids in my homeroom. I slowly walked down the hallway. My thoughts drifted back to last summer. I met the most incredible boy... and I'd admit it, I was in cinta with him. I found myself smiling as I thought of the first time we met.
"What's your name?" asked a voice. I looked up from my book. "My name?" I echoed, confused that a stranger was asking me. But he was such an attractive stranger. "Yes, the thing people call you." he says smiling down at me. I smile. Cute and sarcastic, I think to myself. "My name is Skylar. What about anda Irish boy?" He raises an eyebrow. "How'd anda know I was Irish?" I smile. "The accent isn't hard to pick up on." He laughs, my gosh, such an adorable laugh. "My name is Niall." I smile even more. "What an interesting name..." I say shyly. He stares at me and smiles...
The only problem was, Niall had gone to Ireland. I would never see him again. My jantung sunk when I realized that the first time. With my mom in the hospital, and Niall gone... I realized even trying to find happiness was futile. I stopped walking and gazed at the door. I could just go. Leave school. Be out there, living my dreams. Haha, right. That would never happen.
I headed towards the door. Once I left, there was no coming back. I sighed and thought of Niall again.
"I live in Ireland." he tells me as we walk in the park. "What are anda doing here?" I ask him, risking a look at him. "I came for a competition. For the tampil X-Factor." I look at him. "You sing?" He smiles at me. "Yes." I watch him, my eyes bright as he starts bernyanyi a familar song...
I pushed open the door and walked out of school. Sure, I'd get in trouble. But I didn't care. My mom was sending me to LA to see my dad, so I wouldn't get a call. Even though I argued with my mom, saying I would stay with her, she insisted. I walked on the sidewalk.
"I've never met anyone like you." Niall whispered into my ear as we watched the stars. "Me either... it tears me apart that anda are leaving me..." He hugs me tightly. "You'll have reminders." he whispers. I look at him. "Like what?" I ask quietly. "Like that I cinta you. And this." A ciuman under the moonlight is very special... but with Niall... I never wanted it to stop...
So many memories. And they should be dead to me, because I'm not going to see Niall. And I'll never find anyone like him ever again. My phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hi sweetheart."
"Hi Dad."
"How was school?"
"Okay... how are anda doing Dad?"
"Could be better. But I will be when I see you."
"I miss anda Dad."
"I miss anda too, sweetheart."
There was a pause before he asked:
"How's Mom doing?"
"Not good... the doctor's say she's not going to pull through."
"It will be okay sweetheart. God will make everything better."
I grow silent. I hated it when my dad spoke like that. I had lost all faith in any God, because of my mom. She shouldn't be in the hospital.
"Dad, I have to go. I'm going to see Mom. I'll see anda later tonight."
"Okay sweetheart. I cinta you."
"I cinta anda too. Bye."
"Bye."
