So this is a chapter is Kylie's POV
written by none other then
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Eyes like a car crash; I know I shouldn't look, but I can't turn away.
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My eyes meet the cream white ceiling. I feel the light blue sheets under my finger tips. The coolness in the air sent a shiver down my spine. My eyes felt fixed on one spot. I looked aimlessly at the grey accent wall. My hand reached for my phone that sat on the white bed side table. Usually that was my priority but my body ached for water.
Standing up from the queen bed revelled my shaky legs. My white shorts and blue tank top made for comfortable pyjamas. Lyra would be asleep like always. I would have about an hour to myself before I would start on breakfast, the smell would wake her up no doubt; the only problem was what to make? It's been almost a week in the busy city of L.A with no food.
Lyra my best friend lived in an apartment in L.A. The view from her place was amazing. Often my parents would let me come and visit her. I had a week left and I was super excited for today. We had huge plans.
I made my bed and tidied up my room. When it was spotless I opened the curtains to reveal a huge window and an amazing view of the city. Stepping out of the room my feet found the cold wood floors. We had made sure the modern apartment was clean. So I took a seat on the white couch. I made a reach to the side table to grab my Macbook ( above ). I sent an email to my parents asking about home. They wouldn't reply for a bit due to the time difference. I checked my etsey to see if my stuff was selling. I sold jewelry and custom made shirts for a side job to pay for school.
My water cup soon became empty but i had no motivation to go get more. I felt tired so I closed my MacBook and headed for the kitchen. The open layout gave me a clear view of the siting area and one of big windows in the house. Looking in the white cupboards i found what I needed for chocolate chip pancakes, Lyra's favourite. I mean its the least i could do. My blonde hair kept falling in my face, I managed to pull off a killer messy bun. Now time to get to work.
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" Five minutes left on the clock, chef Kylie is plating the food. She has made a spectacular example of chocolate chip pancakes. She sliced the fruit like a master and pores that syrup like she has done it all her life. "
I took out two pastel yellow plates and slap down two pancakes on each plate. I pour some syrup over them and sprinkle fresh fruit over top. I feel as if I'm missing something. What?
I ran like the flash over to the baking cupboards. Thankfully the powdered sugar is still there. I sprinkle some over the dish and I pour fresh coffee in two mugs. I place the dishes on the table along with the mugs and utensils. Right on cue Lyra stumbles out of her room.
" Food? "
She managed to get out a single word over her yawn.
" Food. "
I respond with a simple one word answer. I don't expect her to respond. She pulls out her chair and takes a seat.
" I guess food will be our always. "
Well i was wrong. I flash a smile and take a sip of coffee. I almost spit it out when i find out i forgot to add milk and sugar. Lyra is dying of laughter.
" I will get your idiotic ass some milk and sugar. "
When I finally add the milk and sugar I can eat. We have casual conversation over breakfast. Mostly about the food and our day plans. Occasionally the topic of home would come up and I would choke down my tears. To be honest I didn't want to leave Lyra.
Lyra volunteers as " tribute " to do the dishes. I head to the shower to clean up. When I'm done, I dress in high wasted shorts. I throw on my light grey cropped sweater with a little white alien in the corner. I do my eyes a light shade of rose gold with a killer wing that took me ages. I leave my hair down and thrown on a beautiful white choker I got from Lyra. ( above ).
I grab my back pack and trow my fave water bottle in my bag. I always loved the marble design on it. I threw my phone and my laptop charger inside along with a hat and my headphones.
I grab my ring off the bed side table and slide it on my right ring finger. I grow my pink fit bit on my left wrist. I pop in two silver angel wing studs into my ears and I think I'm ready.
I hear the shower go on so I assume its Lyra. When I come out she is no where to be seen. So I draw my own conclusions.
I cant wait for today.
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I We step into the coffee shop to grab a quick cup before we go shopping.
" Hello, welcome to the dancing bean! What can I get you today? "
" Um, can I have a regular coffee two cream two sugar please? "
" Yep, and anything for you?"
He's soft brown eyes flash towards Lyra.
" I will have a regular two sugar one cream please. "
Her voice more confident then mine.
After about two minutes of waiting we had our coffees and we were on our way. We made it to the mall and i finally had a chance to spend some real money with my best friend. After about an hour i had so many new things it would be hard to pack my bags.
My phone rang.
The words Mum and Dad flashed on the screen. They almost never use the home phone. Its always just mom or dad. I grew worried. Why would they call me and not email me? Was it this serious? Lyra lead me to a red bench. I slid to answer.
" Hey! Why would you call? It must cost a fortune. "
There was only silence.
" Kylie, I need you home. "
" What?! Mum I only have a week left! Can't it wait? "
" Not another word. You will leave tonight. "
I let a tear slide down my cheek
" I will be home by tomorrow. "
Why was she treating me like this? My mum was always the nice one. My dad was kind to but he was also the one to lay down rules when it was time.
Lyra was done looking at a near by shopping window. When she saw my tear she ran over and took a seat.
" Don't cry! You will ruin your perfect highlight. "
Her smile made me smile back.
" I need to go home. Tonight. "
Her smile fades.
" No! no, no. They can't, I will miss you so much! "
She started to cry.
" Hey, don't cry. You will ruin your highlight. "
I flashed her a smile.
" Let's go home. "
" Let's."
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I sat on the light blue sheets. Running my fingers over the fabric. Remembering the week here and the week that would follow if my parents would allow. Why were they like this?
I pulled up my black suitcase and stuffed my clothes inside. Even the new ones. I nursed of the last bit of my coffee. I would surely need it if I am to land a whole day ahead in Australia.
If my British accent wasn't enough. I used American words and lived in Australia. I was the weirdest person ever.
I was done packing and now it was just a waiting game. I flung myself back. My eyes lingered on the spot my eyes met when I woke up. I had enough I needed to talk to Lyra and I wasn't going to just sit here. It's not fair to her.
I slipped out of my room. I grabbed an apple off the table. As I began to wash it Lyra came from her room.
She slid over in here fuzzy blue socks and wrapped me in a hug.
" I'm going to miss you so much you time traveler. "
Her favourite nick name.
" I'm going to miss you too. Don't forget me, ok? "
" Never in a million years. "
She looked up from our bear hug and smiled.
" Wanna make cookies? "
I worked at a breakfast and dessert shop. So I was always baking. Lyra was not to bad herself. So I think cookies would be best.
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" I can't eat anymore. "
My voice echoes off the walls of her parking garage. I threw my stuff into the back of her white convertible. My backpack was on my lap as I took out my phone and looked at my flight time.
It was almost twelve at night. It was currently ten at night and traffic around the airport would kill. However I think I will still have some time to kill.
As she pulls up to the drop off a tear slides down her face.
" I will miss you so much. Why do you have to go? "
" I don't know. Skype me every day that your not working. I will most likely be back in a month if I can get over time hours. Tickets cost a lot these days. "
I can't even try to smile. Lyra slips some extra cookies into my bag.
" Eat them. You will need it. Where do you stop over? "
" I think Sweden. I'm not sure. "
" Well get some sleep. Your water bottle is full with coffee by the way. "
She shoots me a wink. I wrap her in one last hug before I exit the car, throw my bag on my back and my suitcase in my hand. I see her start to full on cry. She just cried and cried.
Then she mouthed " I miss you already. "
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" Flight 543 L.A to Australia is now boring at gate B. "
That's me.
I stand up from my uncomfortable blue seat and slowly make it over to the lady. She looks over my Australian passport and gives me a small smile. I smile back and head for the door.
When I make it in I see my seat. I'm the first one in. Just great. I plop my stuff down on seat 346, right by the window. At least I can get a good sunrise photo as I land in Australia. I take a seat and go into my bag. I grab my wireless headphones and settle in for a long ass ride.
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" Lady's and gentlemen we are stopping over in Stockholm, Sweden. You may get out to stretch and use the restrooms in the airport. Please be back for 2:30 am. "
Finally the stopover.
I stood from my seat and grabbed my bag. I was going into the airport to grab a snack and another coffee, my fourth today.
When I got to a small bake shop I ended up getting a breakfast sandwich and a tea. With my food I walked back over to the plain. It was twenty past two so I was a bit early but I'm not one to complain. As it reached half past two more and more people arrived.
We were on our way home.
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6:00 am flashed across my phone. I was half asleep but I need to drive home. I grabbed a new coffee at the airport coffee shop. I'm beginning to think I have a problem.
My light blue Fiat Mini was parked in the back. I walked over suitcase in hand and plopped them in the back seat.
I played the radio in the car as it woke me up a bit. When I pulled in my parents driveway I saw an extra car. Was my brother home from college? No, it's nowhere near break time.
When I stepped inside my mother was quick to hug me and ask about my trip to L.A. My father was busy talking to the person driving the mystery car.
" She has school! "
" Duglas, this is more important. "
" Do you expect her to go a week without her phone? "
" Yes, I know this is crazy but, "
Who was that?!
" Dad? "
No response. I need to know who that is. I'm about to scooby doo this shit.
" Um, darling, can you just take a seat on the couch? "
My mom fell awkward. Something she never is. She always has some pep in her step, or she has a smile on her face. It takes a lot to be a nurse. My dad always spoke in his stern doctor tone. However today roles were reversed.
" We need to talk, "
" Mom I swear I'm not a porn star. "
" No, not that. We have someone we need you to meet. "
" Who? Is there car outside? "
" Yes. I would like you to meet your aunt Monica and Wendell Granger. "
They step out of the kitchen.
" Hi, I'm Kylie! I didn't know I had an aunt or uncle. So, tell me about yourself. "
" Well, "
Something hit the window.
" Must be a letter from Mione. "
" Who is Mione? "
I was so confused. First I come home then these people are here. What was going on? Who is Mione? Why was everyone acting so weird? I just need to lie down.
" Hey, can I.."
Monica took a look at the letter. She grabbed mums wrist and whisked her away to the kitchen. After a short argument they came out smiles on there face.
I'm still so confused.
" Ok, I need to know what is going on! "
I feel as if I said that to loud. It sure got there attention.
" Kylie, we have some news. "
Monica's voice was like my mums
" Your a wizard Kylie. "
" HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. "
My laughter filled the living room.
" No but seriously what's the news? "
" Well that's just it, you are going to want to sit down for this. "
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" I'm not drinking that. "
" If you want to be at seventh year level you will drink this. "
" Shots shots shots shots shots shots! "
It made me fell drowsy. I needed to sit down.
Knowledge potions were weird.
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I saw him in my dream. He stood there looking at me with those eyes,
Those eyes.
Eyes like a car crash; I know I shouldn't look, but I can't turn away.