More Than A Memory

:More Than A Memory: A day to fully remember.

Here's the second chapter, and thank you so much for all the comments and votes! It means a lot :) Thank you for the 15+ votes!

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mOrE ThaN A mEmOrY

Kirsten's POV:

'September 10th, 2013.

This was a date to fully remember. It was the day when everything changed, and when the chaos started climbing to my life. It was so weird how could one simple day change your life, but to me, it did. It was one day, one meeting, and a change of a lifetime. I fully remembered this day.'

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“Mom, where’s my uniform?”

“It’s in your closet, Brandon!” Mom yelled to my brother from the kitchen where I was currently sitting. I rolled my eyes at my oh-so-loving mother, and frowned.

“You always spoil him mom, that’s why he became like this.” I said casually, taking a sip of my strawberries milkshake, while shaking my head in disapproval.

“Yeah? And what about all those things I do for you, Kirsten? Isn’t this the same case?” She turned her head slightly to my direction, glared, and then got back to making his favourite pancakes, honey pancakes. Ew, how disgusting!

“Touché!” I smiled sheepishly, making her lips twitch in a small smile.

It was our first day of school, and I was nervous. How wouldn’t I? This year was a question of life or death. Okay, not really, but still. It was my senior year, and I wondered about what classes I would be taking, how my grades would be, and if screw everything up or not. Damn it, if I mess up this year, there would be no Yale. Yes, you figured it out right, my dream was to go to Yale. I’ve worked really hard to achieve this goal, and since day one. I had to get a scholarship of Arts and Design, since I wanted to be a designer, with a big passion. I had a large imagination about how clothes can be designed, and I’m proud to say that I’m good. I’m not excellent or perfect, but I can design clothes. I totally can.

However, I didn’t wear fashionable clothes, or clothes from famous designers. Well, I knew what the fashion of this season was and the clothes’ brands. I was actually what we could call ‘A fashion knowledge freak’. Long story short: I loved fashion, but I didn’t wear fashionable clothes.

It was weird, and my friends questioned this many times, but it had something to do with my personality. I preferred to wear ripped jeans, tank tops or t-shirts, with a converse; instead of a dress with high heels. I preferred to wear leather jackets instead of wool ones. See? It’s my style, and call me egoist, but I’m stylish.

I grinned at the thought, sipping my milkshake. Mmm, it was yummy.

I woke up early this morning, and after taking a thirty minutes shower, and took deep breathes for fifteen minutes, I could finally pull my uniform on.

I studied in a private school, and we had to wear a uniform or we would get suspended. To my record, I had never gotten a detention; I was what we could call a decent student.

“Kirsten, stop doing this freaky thinking face, would ya? You look like that old freak called ‘Sherlock Holmes’.” I lift my eyes from my glass, glaring at Brandon who was giving me his signature smirk.