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CHAPTER THREE BURY YOU “we... we need to help”
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IT'S FOUND THAT YOUR BRAIN GOES TO WEIRD, forgotten places when you feel as if you’re about to die. You might think about a memory that you’d thought you had buried. You might remember some old acquaintance you once made. Chloe found herself thinking about a lot of things. But the main two were stuck in the forefront of her mind, playing in each eye like she was watching two movies play out on either side of her. The first was sad. A five year old Carla Davis walked up to her and kicked down her sandcastle and told her to be her friend. But this Chloe, the one in the movie, didn’t follow after her. This Chloe built her sandcastle again. This Chloe grew up without a proper best friend, she grew up lonely, she didn’t join the soccer team, she didn’t have any real friends. This Chloe was sad and wrong.
The second movie was different. This one was happy, in some ways. This one started with Chloe Bartlett in her first year of high school, meeting the rest of her new soccer team. She reached the last girl and she had known this girl for a long time, but they had never really talked. Shauna Shipman. They shook hands and Chloe couldn’t help notice that glint in the other girl’s wide-eyed stare. Years would pass, they’d rarely talk, until one night before Nationals, they would kiss in the woods. Shauna wouldn’t walk away this time, no, this Shauna would stay. This Shauna would love Chloe the way Chloe wanted to be loved. Chloe was happy.
