o1. No Turning Back

A Chapter by Kiyome;

“I got you something,” he said, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a small object. “Now, close your eyes,” he said quietly. I felt him grab my wrist gently when I felt the cold metal-like bracelet touch me. “Open your eyes,” he said smiling. I opened them as he told me to and to my surprise, there sitting peacefully on my wrist, was a silver charm bracelet. “I got this for you, so you would always remember all the fun times we had with each other,” I gazed down at the charm, whole-heartedly. I was touched.

“Thank-you so much,” I said and gave him a hug. I could almost feel the tears in my eyes. “You will always be my best friend Matty,” I told him.

The bedroom door suddenly flew open. “Did you say goodbye to Matty?” my mom asked, smiling.

“Yeah, and he got me this,” I excitedly pulled out my charm bracelet and showed it to my mom.

“That’s very sweet of you,” she said, “It’s beautiful.” Matty nodded with the blank expression on his face. I knew this face. This was the face he always wore when he was upset about something. I can understand why he’s wearing it now.

“I’ll miss you, Bee,” he whispered.

“I’ll miss you, Matty,” I said goodbye to him for the last time and gave him a hug.

“Come, come, Blaire. We don’t want to miss the plane,” I hear my mom’s voice from downstairs.

As we shove our last belongings into the car, I spot Matty by the window, waving goodbye. I glanced at my old house just a few houses away from his and waved until his house was too far to see.

The car ride from Phoenix to Albuquerque seemed to fly by. I gazed down at the charm bracelet Matty had given me. I studied the charms carefully and as I felt each one, the flashback of the memory came to me. Then I spotted a charm I hadn’t seen before – a heart.

Five years later…

I cannot believe we moved the second time for the last 5 years. I was definitely excited about moving back into the town I spent my first 12 years in, but I was a little annoyed. I had to leave all my other friends in Albuquerque and now that I’m 17, it’s going to be a lot harder making new friends.

I parked my car in my assigned parking spot, turned off the radio and climbed out. I pulled down my dress-shirt, tied my converse, and fixed my skinny jeans. I brushed my brown, medium-length hair and I rubbed my eyes. Dressing up for school wasn’t that important to me. I fidget with the charm bracelet on my right hand. It reminded me of my best friend who I haven’t seen in five years. I wonder if he’s still here.

I walked passed the “clicks” in the hallways of the school: the emos, skaters, and the preppy cheerleaders around the jocks. I reach for my schedule at the back of my pocket and before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I turned around to see the jocks laughing like hyenas and the preppy girls shrieking hysterically.

“Nice one, Matt! You hit that girl right on the head!” screamed one of the girls.

I rolled my eyes and pick up the football. I may be a girl but I still know how to throw a football. I throw the ball hard, spiraling through the air as it hit the guy, Matt, on the back who obviously threw it at me. His body jerked forward. He turns around and gives me a nasty look. He had dark brown hair, medium-length. Even from I distance I could make out his familiar, bright brown eyes.

"Matty?" I whisper.

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