Pinky Swear

I was on my bed, dressed in a pair of dark jeans, paired with a green crop top and my long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. My suitcase was packed full and presently on the floor, but it wasn't closed yet. I was holding an old photo in hand. And in it was me in a park when I was ten, with my arm playfully around the neck of a small boy. I had on red shorts and a blue top and the boy blue baggy shorts with a white tank top on.  There were trees in the background, with kids playing around in the grass. We had just graduated from Middle School then, and we had decided to celebrate at the park with my brother, Jaxon, who was the photographer. Ryan Adams was the name of the little boy. And even though he was a year older than me, then, I had been taller.  

I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing off on the dresser. I stretched out my hand to turn it off, knocking off some of my books in the process. The clock read 6:00, so it was time for me to get ready for school. Ugh...I groaned before dragging myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I then proceeded to brush my teeth sleepily.A few minutes later, I was in the shower, and the warm water cascading down my body helped chase away the sleep. Then I proceeded to dry myself off and pick an outfit for my first day at school. I looked through all my new clothing and decided to settle for a pale pink dress, which was sleeveless and stopped an inch above my knee. The neckline was made of lace, and it had a tiny belt in the middle. I put on a white jacket and wore my favorite sandals. Then stood in front of my mirror, deciding what to do with my hair.Should I braid it, leave it down, or just it in a ponytail? I settled for on

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, unsure if I should cancel and make up an excuse to stay home or not.Currently, I had on a black flay dress that stopped directly above my knee, paired with white sandals and light makeup on. My hair left down in its long waves.Come on, Sam. You can do this. You can do this. I kept chanting in my head till I got downstairs, where my parents and Jax were already waiting.“Okay, is everyone ready?” Dad asked, and we all nodded. We all walked out and went to dad’s car, with mum at the passenger’s seat, then Jax and I at the back.It was a thirty minutes drive there, and we made it before seven.Jaxon wasn’t kidding when he said they moved to a more luxurious place. What I was staring at was a freaking mansion!I kept staring in awe as dad drove in through the gate.We got down and immediately were

It was Saturday morning already, and Jaxon was all set to go back to college. I was going to miss him, though. Mum and dad had already hugged him goodbye inside, but I escorted him out to his car. "I'm going to miss you," I whispered, watching him throw his bag into the passenger's seat. "Going to miss you too, little sis." He gave me a tight hug and then got in his car. I watched him drive off and waved at him. Guess it would be just me now. I went back upstairs to my room and got started on my homework; I had a ton of them. Lauren said Ryan was going to pick me up by four, so I wanted to be done before then, and maybe get a quick nap. Mid-way through with it, I got a call from Alex. "What's

I woke to the sound of a baby's loud wail and a headache too, surprisingly also very hungry. Ugh... My head hurt like hell, and it felt like it was going to fall off. And to make matters worse, that baby was really loud, increasing my headache. Please don’t tell me Jaxon accidentally knocked up a girl, and now she’s here to ask him to take his responsibilities. I swear mum would kill him, and dad would use his body parts as experiments in his hospital. I slid open my eyelids, but instead of seeing my familiar blue sheets and curtains, I woke up to red sheets and curtains. What the hell? What happened last night? Grabbing my head between my hands, I tried to recall all that happened last night. I recollected calling Alex to pick me up after