Interveiw~ Holly Bush

I know, I know, you were all expecting an As the Sun Peeks Through Trees character but… I couldn’t resist. SO I hope you forgive me and you like this post. If you don’t know Holly’s story click here for the first part of it, Part One. This is told my my POV.

I tap my desk nervously, I mean… I drum my fingers really professionally against my desk as I bounce my foot and bite my lip. You get the idea, I’m slightly worried about this interveiw. I just don’t know how she’ll take it. Amanda pops and gives me that, calm down look. I stop tapping my foot and let go of my lip, my leg keeps bouncing. She’s so pretty, it’s not fair. She’s wearing this dress that’s not very busniess like but I let her wear it anyway. I mean most days I wear sweat pants to work. another girl comes in, a teenager, another pretty girl.

“Hi,” I do my best to smile but honestly, my smiles a little crooked. Always has been. I open up my computer and get ready to take some notes. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Uh, yea, hot chocalate would be cool.” She’s wearing a hoodie, a marvel hoodie (Which I totally approve of) and a pair of jeans. Her long hair, hangs in ringlets that almost seems unatural but I know they are. Her blue eyes study me intently.

“Um, Amanda? Can you get Holly and I two hot choclates? Mine with extra whip?” I always get a ton of whipped cream. Don’t ask why, I just really like whip.

“I’m you’re secritary not your maid.” She scowls.

“Please?” I roll my eyes, we spend so much time we eachother that we act like sisters. She’s been working with me for about two or three years now, helping me with all my stuff.

“Fine, one sec.” She walks out the room and a few minutes later, she returns with glorirous cups of creamy hot chocalate.

“So Holly…” I pause and flip though some notes until I find the questions I wrote down. “It’s cool that I ask you questions right?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that’s why you ask me to come but… If it was just for the hot chocalate then that’s fine too.” She has a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She can tell I’m nervous.

“Right. Ok first question, anything going on with you and Jason?” She arches her eyebrows, her perfect eyebrows.

“Are you kidding me? He’s just some dork that follows me around. We’re just friends,” She says dork with another one of her small smiles, she does like him. But as a friend, nothing more. At least not yet.

“Ok, umm,” I look down at my notes, “Are you a Christan?”

“Well, that honestly depends on your defnition. I do believe in God and I believe that Jesus died on the cross for us but…” She shrugs, “I don’t go to church every week or anything. But I might start.”

“Cool. Ok, um how ’bout: What’s your favorite color?” I go with an easy question.

“Um, green. Or maybe a french blue,” She shrugs again.

“Ok, what’s your favorite drink at Starbucks?” Another easy one, I’ve gotten use to her. I’m not nervous anymore.

“Oh, that’s a hard one. Probably a carmel frapp. Those are really good.” She takes a sip of hot choclate. “What about you?”

“Oh, white mocha all the way.” I’m starting to enjoy myself. “Last question, do you know what happened to your parents?”

“No, I hope they rot in jail. And if they get out, they I hope they realize what they did and feel sorry.” She suddenly looks ready to go.

“Alright, I hope you enjoyed the hot chocalate and thanks so much for coming. Amanda will walk you out.” I smile. And she nods.

“Can I keep the hot chocalate?” She looks at me, hopeful, “And the cup?”

“Of course.” I give her another smile and with a toss of her dark hair, she’s gone.

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The Finale~ Christmas; The Weridest Holiday of the Year

Hi guys! Sorry, this post is a little late but I hope you enjoy it! This is the last post of this story so I would love it if you guys could comment so that I know if I should do something like this again.

I lick my lips as Lily glances at me with an expectant look. I’m sitting in her church, she drove me here, and I’m trying to keep an open mind but it’s not really working. Everytime I actually listen to the Pastor’s sermon, I start accepting the ideas. Not something I want to do. I need to just tune it out. Except I promised Lily and I don’t want to break her trust. So I listen. It’s a sermon on the birth of Jesus, I kinda like the idea of a God who would care as much as to give his only son but, I highly doubt that a God like that would let my parents leave Lily on the side of the road.

Marissa wasn’t super excited for me to go but she gave in after some bribing. (Just more promises not money.) Josie was very well, how do I put it, judgmental? Yeah that sounds right. Anyway she gave me a lot of looks that implied questions that would be asked later on. The two twins didn’t even look at me when I left.

“Holly?” Lily whispers. I turn and give her a quizzical look. “You’re falling asleep.”

“Um… yes I kinda am.” I don’t even try to deny it, I’m tried and I’m trying to tune everything out. (Changed my mind about listening) Therefore I’m falling asleep.

“Don’t be so rude!” She hisses and I sit up straighter in my chair. I watch as the preacher talks, he seems so passionate. It’s werid. Kinda… I wish I could be passionate like that about something. But I’m not soooo yea. I shuffle my feet and tap my fingers on the seat. Why can’t this service end?

When it does end, I feel a little different. As if somethings stirring inside me, I’m starving, I haven’t eaten in a long time. I look at Lily, should I ask about food? Her parents are already bugged with me (they really don’t like my sarcasam) but maybe Lily can sweet talk them or something.

“Are you hungry?” I ask Lily.

“A little, are you?” She answers.

“Starving.” I say matter a factly.

“Ok we’re gonna go home and have Christmas food. You wanna come with?” She waits for answer, I blink. Home cooked food? Of course! Espically if it’s free.

“Yes, free food always tastes amazing.” I give a smile. I feel like it’s fake. 

“Are you sure it’s ok? With your mom and all?” Lily’s foster dad asks. His black mustace wiggles up and down as he talks and it’s rather entertaining.

“Oh yeah, Marissa is fine with anything and everything. She evens lets me bring me thug friends into the house. And the amount of weed that we’ve smoked there has made the house smell like it.” I kinda want to take back the words when I see Lily’s foster mom’s face. She looks like she wants to lock Lily in a closet and not let anyone in, “I’m kidding,” I add quickly.

“Right, of course. Let’s go have lunch.” She looks so nervous I feel slightly bad. Lily just shakes her head at me with the slightest bit of a smile tugging at her lips. When we get to their house I almost let out a surprised gasp. Lily’s house has so many Christmas decorations on it I do even know if thier is a real house under there. When we go inside, it’s not any better. They must’ve raided the walmart of all of their Christmas decorations, Costo also.

“Wow, we only have one Santa blowup and a christmas tree at my place.” I nod as an awkward silence falls into place. “Kay, who’s hungry? Cause I know I am!” I try to break it, we’re still standing in the doorway and the wind blows through the open door. Lily’s mom goes into the kitchen to prepare the food and Lily’s dad goes somewhere up the stairs. Lily leads me to her room. It’s decked out in Christmas stuff too.

“So?” Lily promts.

“So what?” I press a button on one of the snowglobe and a sign pops that reads: Hello from Santa’s Workshop. “Please tell me you don’t believe in Santa!”

“What, no I don’t. Did you like the sermon?” She sighs.

“Um sure?” I shrug, “It was long.”

“Nevermind. Let’s go to the kitchen.” She huffs and I shrug again.

As we sit down at the table the smell hits me. The smell of food. Usually Marissa leaves me to fend for myself for food. She gives me money and I buy food. Not a bad deal but this meal will probably be the best I’ve had in a long time. A turkey is laid in front of me and my mouth starts watering. It’s truly wonderful. There’s a ton of other stuff and I pile my plate as much as I can and thank Lily’s mom like 8,000 times. After I’ve stuffed myself to the point of explosion, I have some more. But that feeling doesn’t go away, it scares me. It’s a feeling of change, big change. It’s also a feeling of contentment and something like a calling. A calling to accept this life that’s whispering to me. Lily’s life. The life of a Christan. Suddenly my defenses drop, as if something broke them down. I start to accept this idea, of a savior. My mind starts to realize how blessed I am. How I have a home, maybe not a dream home but a home. And I’m having a chance at a friend, Jason. And Lily. I’ve found her and she the most amazing sister I could ever have. Maybe a God is watching over me, maybe there is some kind of guardian angel is watching over me. I don’t really know for sure but maybe, maybe if there is. I will accept it. Because my mind is willing to realize it.

Part Three~ Christmas; The Weridest Part of the Year

OK guys, here’s part three. Sorry I’ve been a bit busy but I hope you enjoy!

Lily just stands there, awkwardly. And I don’t really do anything about it. I know what she’s expecting me to say, something along the lines, “I’m not your sister!” But I am so this just might get a little more awkward. How did she find my house anyway?

“Come with me, to my room.” I say softly, then I grab her hand and lead her to my room. Josie is off tutoring someone at school or something so we have the room to ourselves, “Why do you think I’m your sister?”

“Well, I’m a foster kid and I had a sister and we look really alike and we have the same last name,” She’s been practicing this speech ever since I beat up Alex.

“I’ve been waiting for you to figure this out since History,” I sigh, “How’s your life been?”

“Well this summer I skipped two grades, that’s why I’m in your class,” Her smile is so big, “And I’ve only had one foster home and I thank God for that everyday.”

“Wait, what?” I lick my lips, “Lily, are you a Christan?”

“Yea, why?” She srcunches her brow. I give an epic sigh and flop on my bed. Why does this happen to me? Couldn’t it have been someone else? don’t I have enough problems? “What’s wrong Holly?”

“You seriously believe someone or something is watching over you?” I scoff, I don’t try to hide my distain. “Really?”

“And you believe the world came into being from nothing?” Her eyes flash and her jaw clenches.

“Yes, because I don’t think someone who is loving and kind would let a little girl be left on the road!” My voice cracks and she notices.

“God was just trying show you something! Then he brought us together and we can share our story so we can bring others to him!” She looks so committed it’s ridiculous. I lived with a foster family once and they were christans. It didn’t end well. I was so against the idea that I offended them. A lot. Enough so that they kicked me out. Ever since then I haven’t been a fan of religion.

“You really think that don’t you?”I want to just curl up and cry. I finally found my long lost sister and she’s so blind that she can’t see the truth.

“Yes I do. And you know what? I don’t care if you don’t!” She pinches the brigde of her nose and starts to walk away, “See you after break.”

“Lily- Wait!” I start to get up but she’s already gone, “Holly, you are the biggest idiot in the world.” I mutter. I feel tears sting my eyes as I struggle to keep myself together.

“Your right. You are an idiot,” Josie picks the worst times to come home, “Who was that?”

“No one,” I sigh one again, “No one you need to worry about.”

The rest of the day goes pretty uneventfully until I get a call. It’s from Jason. Marissa is a very techy person, therefore I get a phone. But since she’s over protected I’m only supposed to use it in emerency. I’m really bugged, how do these people keep finding me? I pick it up.

“Who is this?” I ask with a monotone voice, “And how did you get my number?”

“Hey it’s Jason.” He voice sounds really werid on the phone, kinda like a girl’s, “I’m magical, that’s how I got your number. And there’s this thing called a phone book.”

“What do you want?” I try to make my voice sound really scary, I have no clue if it’s working.

“Uh wondering if you wanted to come over. I invited a bunch of people and thought you might want to come?” I can almost see him smiling and it’s looks pretty goofey in my mind, “Did you know your voice sounds like a guy’s on the phone?”

“Why would you want me to come? I think that would make you instantly unpopular,” I continue to draw Lily’s face. I’m such a creep, drawing people who hate me, “Thanks for letting me know what my voice sounds like. Your’s sounds like a girl’s.”

“I want you to come. Please.” He sounds really desperate and it’s creeping me out, “Alex will be there. You can beat her up if you want, I’ll even help.”

“Fine. What time?” I glance at the clock that sits on Josie’s yellow desk, it reads 5:30.

“How bout 6:00?” I lick my lips, do I really want to do this?

“Kay.” I’m about to hang up whem Jason adds,

“Where something other than a hoodie.” I twist my lips into a scowl. Do I own anything besides a hoodie? I hang up then walk to my closet. I find a ton of stuff piled everywhere, mostly hooddies. I manage to find a gray, long sleeve cardigan. It reaches past my knee and doesn’t look horrible. And it doesn’t stink. Which is a plus. I find a black tank top to wear under it. It has some words on it but I don’t bother to read it. I don’t even know where  I got these clothes. I find some tan lace up boots and a pair of ripped jeans that actually look cute. Then I brush through my thick black hair and rearrange the ebony cruls a certain way. Then I use a bit of gold eye shadow and mascara and I’m not dissapointed by the end product. I glance at the clock, I have twenty minutes to walk down to Jason’s house. I look up his address and start to walk out the door.

“Dang. You dressed up? Where you going?” Josie asks with a smirk, “Hey mom come here.” I start to protest, Marissa’s going to have a ton of questions, but Marissa already here and she takes my appearence in.

“You look great Holly, where you going?”

“A friend invited me over. It only be for a little.” I almost add that there will be a lot of people there but that detail doesn’t really matter except for the fact that I’m more of a one on one person. Josie has this look that tells me she will grill me with questions later but I ignore her.

“Ok have fun.” She walks back into the kitchen and Josie goes into her room. I burst out the door. Then on foot in front of the other, I start walking to Jason’s house. When I get there it’s way chiller than I thought it would be. I knock on the door and Jason answers.

“Hey.” He’s talking to someone else as he opens the door but when he looks at me he pauses, “Wow.”

“What?” I instantly wonder if the mascara smeared. Probably did, even if I used the water proof kind that’s like cement.

“You look better without a hoodie,” He nods, “Come on in. Alex’s in the living room, in case you care.” Then he winks and it’s weird. I exhale loudly and walk in. There are a lot people here. I want to go into the bathroom and never emerge but… Something compells me to try to be apart of this party. Nothing exciting is really going on. A lot of people dancing. A lot of people laughing and that’s about it. To my surprise I don’t see or smell any alcohol. Jason walks with me, he’s like an annoying little dog looking for scraps.

“You know anyone here?” He aks.

“Nope. Well… Not really.” I shrug, “I know of them.”

“Well it’s time you get to know them.” He links his arm in mine and before I can protest, he’s introducing me to people. There goes any chance of laying low and waiting this out. First he introduces me to this couple. They look slightly cute together, except they look similar enough that they could siblings. That’s kinda werid. Their names are Noel and Charlie. Noel is perky and Charlie loud. They both have dark brown hair that is the same length (short) and they both have brown eyes.

“Nice to meet you Holly!” Noel calls as I walk away.

“That was rude.” Jason mutters, I didn’t really talk to them, just waved. And walked away.

“Was Lily invited?” I mumble. Even if she hates me, it would be nice to see her.

“Um yeah she should be coming, I invited her for you,” He smiles at me, expecting me to smile back. I don’t.

“Is she here?” I absent mindedly play with my hair. It probably starts to get frizzy, I don’t really care. He shakes his head and I sigh. I really should not have come. Then there is a knock on the door. My hopes rise past where I usually let them. It could be Lily. Jason goes up to the door and Lily face appears when he opens it. She looks amazing, wears a white dress and her hair is down and frames her perfect little face. She smiles at Jason and gives me a look. It hurts. A lot. “Hi Lily.”

“Hello Holly.” Her voice is cold.

“Can we talk?” I whisper in her ear.

“Why not?” Her sounds so mad that I want to forgive and move on. But I have talk to her first. We find a corner that’s quiet enough and we stand there for a bit. Just as awkward as eralier today.

“I’m sorry.” I feel tears coming to my eyes and hate myself for it.

“Do you want to make it up to me?” She crosses her arms and I know she’s serious. She gets this look that reminds me of Josie.

“Yes. I really do.” I nod.

“Then you will come to the Christmas service on Christmas at my church and you will keep an open mind about it. I already forgive you but… I need to know you mean it.” It’s a fair trade. But I don’t know if I can afford it. I can try to keep open mind but we’ll see.

“I’ll come.” I nod, “Then we can spend the rest of break getting to know eachother?”

“Ok. Thanks Holly. Please keep an open mind.” She smiles and her eyes shine. I don’t know why but I know my eye shine the same way. Lily goes off to make friends and I’m back to standing by myself. Jason spots me and beckons to his friends to follow him. I do my best to scowl but I’m so happy that it probably looks like I’m constipated.

“Hey you must be Holly. Jason talks about you a lot.” One of guys, a older one who looks like a football player, elbows Jason and Jason rolls his eyes.

“I really don’t talk about you that much.” He bites his lips and it makes me wonder… I push the thought away, it’s a stupid thought. “Anyway, this is Chris, Hunter and Aron.”

“Hi, I think I’m gonna go Jason,” I search for an excuse, “I have a lot to do at home.” Not a good one I know, my mind’s racing from Lily’s talk and I’m really tried.

“Oh, are you sure?” Jason looks more than slightly dissapointed and I don’t know why, he has other friends. “Stay just a little longer?”

“No. I have to go.” I wave goodbye to the other guys and walk to the door.

“I’ll see ya later Holly.” He waves and I nod. Then I walk home. It’s a quiet walk and I get a little chilly. I’m definitly going to keep to my hoodies. I walk in quietly and find Josie already asleep in my room. It’s only 8:30. I smirk to myself and open my notebook. Then I groan. I need to figure out Lily’s number so I can asked her which church she goes to. And I doubt Marissa will be excited that I’m skipping apart of Christmas to be with my friends (that’s what it’ll look like to her). I basically just sketch random things until I’m going to collapse. It’s now 1:30. Not sure how that happened but whatever. I pass out of my bed and I’m ready to enjoy my winter break.

Christmas; The Weridest Part of the Year~ Part Two

Yay! Part two! Hope you guys like it and if you have a suggestions for anything comment below! 

When I wake I realize I’m late. Usually I’m woken up by Josie- who wakes up at four- but not today. It doesn’t really matter, it’s the last day of school. They can’t do much to me. Unless they want to give me more homework. I sigh and lanch myself out of bed. I put on a cleaner hoodie, a black one with Captain America’s shield on it. And slip on a pair of jeans, then I throw my black hair up into a messy bun and grab my backpack. As I run out the door I slip on my shoes.

“Have a good last day of school Holly!” Marissa calls out. I don’t think she realizes I forgot to eat breakfast and I forgot to pack a lunch otherwise she would’ve made me pack one.

“Kay.” I shout. Then I sprint to school. I end up being only 20 minutes late, it could be definitly worse. When I slide into my seat my teacher gives me a pointed back and I give her an innocent smile. Luckily I have all of my homework otherwise I would be in trouble. My teacher give a long lecture on math and whatever and I make it a point to not listen, I hate Math. It sucks. A lot. Anyway by the time class is over, I’m almost asleep so when I get to history I make sure that I do listen. At first it’s just my teacher talking about Christmas and stuff but someone interupts. It’s a girl, she looks about 12, and she looks super nervous.

“Um hi, I’m supposed to be in this class for the second semester. But uh… I wanted to check out the class before the second semester started. Can I join for today? I checked with the principle and stuff.” The girl’s face throws me off. Her blue eyes and black hair and clear skin look really similar to mine. She wears a purple long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans, her hair in a dutch braid.

“Ah yes. I heard you were coming. Everyone say hi to Lily.” I almost start choking when my history teacher says this. Only the guy sitting next to me notices, he smirks at me. Lily is placed right in front of me and I can barely breathe. It’s her I just know it. It’s her. I almost pass out because I’m holding my breath. I let go and it’s really loud. She turns and looks at me with a worried looks. I almost start crying. She really here. I smile a little, to tell her I’m ok and she turns back around. A tears drips onto to my cheek and I curse it and wipe it away. How do I tell her? Do I tell her? No, I can just watch from a distance. I don’t want to freak her out. For a second I wonder why she’s in my class but I don’t really care. SHE’S HERE! When class ends I go to English and then to lunch. At lunch I sit by myself. As usual. But then something different happens. Someone comes to talk to me. It’s that guy, Jason.

“Hey Rupuzel.” He smiles as if we’re sharing an inside joke. I’m not sure if we are or not. I want him to leave me alone. I need to think. Because she’s here.

“Hmm hi.” I try to look busy bit I don’t even have any food to eat while he talks, “Can I help you?”

“Uh no. You just looked lonely,” He shrugs and runs his hair through his tidal wave hair. Not sure how he keeps it that way.

“I don’t get lonely,” I say matter of factly, “I was born to be a loner. So you can leave.”

“Man. You are really rude you know that?” He trys for a smile, I don’t return it, “Anyway I’m going to sit with whether you like it or not because I don’t want to look like a bad friend.”

“We are not friends,” I’m done with this, I start to get up when he grabs my hand.

“How ’bout I buy you lunch and we can be friends?” He looks slightly fustrated.

“Oh yea, cafeteria food, sounds real good.” I start to walk away again and he stops me. Yet again.

“My gosh Rupuzel, I’m trying to be nice to you!” He shakes his head. I try not to smile when calls me Rupuzel again, “Nevermind.”

Then he walks away and I sigh in relief. I don’t want to talk to anyone. Espically him. I search for Lily in the crowd of students and find her sitting with the whole cheer squad. Our school is kinda like those movies where the cheer captain has her army of rich brats and they go around tomenting people. Except you can’t tell any adult because she so nice to them. I watch Lily carefully, averting my eyes when she looks at me, I’m worried what the cheer captain will do to her. I think the cheer captain’s name is Alex or something like that. I’m pulled out my thoughts when something clatters on the table. I whip my head around to see Jason with a tray of food.

“Really? Why?” I twists my features into a scowl.

“I’m not going to tell you but you can thank me by telling my why that girl interests you so much.” He gets a look in his eyes that tells me that there’s something more to this bargain. My stomach growls.

“Fine. Hand over the meatloaf,” I pick through the meat loaf, trying to avoid the ketchup. I hate ketchup. I try to eat slowly but I’m practicly starving. I finish it and look up. I glance at Lily, checking on her, it doesn’t look like Alex has done any harm yet.

“So?” Jason looks at me.

“Um, the girl’s my look alike that’s why I’m so interested.” I nod and try to look convicing.

“When are you going to stop lying?” And there is the feared answer of all liars.

“Ok look. I’m a foster kid and I had a sister but I thought died and that might be her.” I say this quickly and my voice doesn’t crack the whole time. I’m slightly proud of this.

“Wow. Good job. Wanna tell me your real name?” He’s pushing it and he knows it, “And why don’t you say hi?”

“I don’t wanna look like a creep.” I give him my best ‘duh’ voice, “And my real name’s Holly.”

“You won’t look like a creep. Go say hi!” He looks slightly bugged, “Cool name.”

“No. She probably doesn’t need to know she’s related to me. I know I wouldn’t want to know.” Then there’s this awkward silence and I go back to eating the pudding that came with the meatloaf. It’s vanilla, I’d rather it be choclate. I watch Lily, she’s talking, smiling and making friends. Something I was pretty much unable to do ever, much less the first day of school. Suddenly there’s a group of guys at the table, that’s not what bugs me. It’s the way they’re acting, a way I’ve seen this acted out before. I slowly get up from the table and walk in that direction. I try to look casual but I watch their every move. They talking to Lily, not very nicely. She looks confused. Then they start making fun of her or something and ALex joins in. Lily looks like she’s gonna cry and I have no clue what they did to her. I approach the table and Alex cocks her head at me.

“Can I help you Rupuzel?” I wonder how she’s knows that name, maybe I used that lie with her before.

“Yea, leave the kid alone,” I nod to Lily. I don’t think she’s ready for all the crap she gonna get at a high school. I’m trying to act like I really don’t care but my blood is boiling, even after all these years I’m still over protective.

“Why do you care?” She smirk, her blonde hair has brown tips and it almost looks like her hair is decaying, “Last I checked you didn’t care about anything.”

“Well you might want to go check again because your acting like a lot of things that I’m not going to say because I would probably get expelled or something and it bugs the heck out of me.” Jason has followed up behind (not sure why) and he looks at me funny, I ignore it.

“Just mind your own business. You can’t do anything bout anyway so just go away.”

“Well I can.” I don’t know what I’m doing, my mind has pretty much turned off and I’m going off insict or something like that.

“What can you do?” She looks so snooty I want to punch her, which I probably will but she needs to make the first move so that if a teacher sees us then I can say it’s her fault and that I was defending myself.

“Well come here and I’ll tell you,” She walks up and looks at me, her gray eyes flashing. I start to whisper something in her ear when I throw a punch. Right in the stomach, sadly she was expecting it and blocked it. Alex threw one and I barely dodged it. Then as I was scrambling away she punches me again on the face. Crap. I was not thinking this would get into a huge fist fight. I was thinking more like me slapping her and she submits, like a disney movie. I throw my fist and lands on her shoulder and she yelps. My face is throbbing, that girl knows how to throw a punch.

“A teacher’s coming!” A voice calls out. Everyone stops and I hit Alex one more time, her lip. It should burise very nicely. Lily was the one who called the teacher but I realize there is no teacher coming. Jason had just stood there the whole time and when I turn to him he goves me an apoligetic look.

“Didn’t want to help?” I ask I panting slightly and my face hurts. A lot.

“I can’t hit my ex girlfriend Holly,” He shrugs, “It looked like you have it covered.”

“Ugh, thanks.” I turn to Lily, she looks so childish and stuff that it makes me mad again and I know it was totally worth getting a black eye, “You ok kid?”

“Um yeah… You have a burise on your eye.” Her blue eyes still have that light, the one that I lost so many years ago. I nod, I’m very aware of that but thanks for reminding me again.

“Ok we got two more classes to survive. Let’s do this.” I try to sound confident but I’m starting to go back into my little shell. She nods and I start to walk away.

“Um thanks… what’s your name?” She asks, for once I don’t lie.

“Holly, Holly Bush,” She furrows her brow but I’m long gone, onto the next class.

By the end of the day, I’m so glad that winter break is here. I’m done with all that crap. School is for smart people who are… well smart and responsible and who don’t hate school… I guess?  I open the front door and find Marissa making Christmas cookies. They smell really really really good. I start to grab one and she swats at my hand.

“What happened to your eye, tell me and I’ll give you a cookie.” Why is everything a bargain for food? Her red hair is in some complicated braid which is neat and tidy. No shocker there.

“I bumped into a pole,” I shrug then grab a cookie before she can stop me.

“Well if I get any calls from school I’ll know they’re for you,” The cookie is choclate frosting and vanilla cookie and it has a ton of sprinkles. It tastes better than it smells. I go back to my to my room and plop on the bed and spend sometime doing nothing, it’s wonderful. I get out a pencil and paper and start drawing. It’s a different scene this time. It’s Lily’s face, just her face but she’s 12 this time and she’s wearing her hair down. She looks like a little clone of my. I smile when I finish and I lay on my bed thinking about her and about how much my face hurts. I go to the bathroom and look at it. It’s pretty ugly and no amount of makeup will cover it up. It’s all purple and blue and it make me look pretty creepy. Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and I hear Marissa open it.

“Holly, it’s for you.” I have no idea who it is but if it’s Jason I’m going to punch him. He’s such a stalker. When I get to the door I find someone completely different. It’s Lily.

“Hey Holly, this might sound werid but I think we are siblings…”

Christmas, the Weridest Holiday of the Year; Part one

Hey guys, so over Christmas break I will be writing this short story as a special Christmas treat. 🙂 Anyway I’ll try to keep up with As the Sun Peeks Through the Trees as well, just keep you guys busy. There will probably only be a couple parts to this one (I’m thinking three or four but we’ll see.) Hope you enjoy!

My name is Holly Bush. Yea, I know I have great name, you can thank my parents for that one. My parents who thought it was ok to leave their little two year old on the side of the road. Their two year old who’s was just starting to walk. The two year old who could smile, who could more or less talk and who could grab things. The two year old who was my sister. And I couldn’t do a thing to save her. Anyway I’m dwelling on the past too much. Right now I’m in foster care and it’s absolute paradise. Please notice the sarcasam. I’ve been in foster care since my parent’s left my sister on the side of the road, which was like 10 years ago. (In case you were wondering I was 5 when my sister was abandoned, which makes me 15 now.) I’m living with a foster family and it’s not the worse place ever to live, I mean I could be living in a valcanoe or something… Or on the side of the road. I was sent to foster care because my parents didn’t want me anymore and they said I was too big to leave on the side of the road. I didn’t like them all that much. They drank and smoke so they always smelled bad and there was always a cloud of profanity hanging around them and they seemed to enjoy slapping little girls around so it didn’t make them very good company. The house I live in is small, I share a room with one other girl my age and she is a clean freak (like the rest of her family). Of course I’m not so they spend most of their time yelling at me to clean up my stuff or to orginize my homework or something like that. Actually one telling me to make my bed right now… I wonder why they even care if my stuff is clean or not.

I get up and look at Josie, she’s 14 and yet she still bosses me around. Her brown eyes harden and she pulls on her stringy red hair as she scowls at me. Even her freckles seem to be mad at me. I take note how they almost seemed to be organized, like everything else she owns.

“Mom said you had to make your bed, this morning!” She crosses her arms and gives me a look of defiance. “It’s dinner time and you still haven’t made it! I sometimes worry for your mental sanity Holly. You know that being sloppy will mess with your brain right?”

“Maybe with your brain but I really don’t mind if not every single little thing is it it’s place. Besides I have to go somewhere soon.” The last part is a total lie but Josie doesn’t seem to know why I’m lying or not. Anyway I could go kill time a Starbucks or go walk around and looks at the Christmas lights. That’s always kinda interesting, see which neighbors are trying to compete whith each other but putting up the most Santa blowups and Regindeer cutouts.

“Fine. I’ll make your bed for you. Have fun with your boyfriend.” Josie sighs. I cringe on the inside when I hear her say boyfriend. I forgot I told her that I had a boyfriend, I made him up. He made a good excuse for getting out of the house. I think I said his name was Wyatt or Hunter or something like that.

“I have no clue why you want to make my bed but by all means go ahead.” I shrug and walk out of the room and through the hall, picking up my backpack along the way. I find Josie’s biological mom, Marissa, reading on the couch to the other two girls. The other two girls I live with are 5 (twins of course) and they are almost as bad as Josie when it comes to cleaning. I’m the only foster kid in the house and it’s kinda obvious because I look so different. While Marissa, Josie, Jordan and Jill (the twins that Marissa’s reading too) has brown eyes and red hair, I have raven black hair and blue eyes. And while they all have freckles I have clear pale skin.

“Where are you going Holly?” Marissa asks, looking up from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. She’s always super worried about me and sometimes I’m convinced she’s sewn trackers in my clothes. She hates when I go out when it’s dark and if I do it’s always with someone or I have to tell her exactly where I’m going. But tonight I’ll just have to tell a couple more lies so I can wander, because I’m not very good at staying in one spot.

“Starbucks, with a friend.” I reply, trying to sound bored. What Marissa doesn’t know is that I have aproximately ZERO friends. I tell this lie only because Marissa has been considering for me to get a therapist and the last thing I need is a shrink. I just don’t get along with people in general. Especially after what happened to my little sister. When I was five I had a few friends but it was only so I wouldn’t be made fun off being antisocial. I’m telling you little kids are pretty mean, not matter how cute they try to be.

“Then here take a few bucks for a drink and be careful.” She hands me a couple crumpled dollar bills and I shove them in my jean pocket. Wow, this is going way better than I expected. “And don’t stay out too late.”

“Ok see ya later.” I walk out the front door and as I tramp across the lawn in my black converse I punch the blowup snowman that stands in our front yard. I walk to Starbucks and but myself a drink then sit down as I pull out a peice of paper. I look around and glance at the Holiday decorations. (Notice how I say holiday and not Christmas, I wouldn’t want to offend anyone.) Then I start to draw. Ever since I was 5, I’ve only been able to draw one single scene. A baby in a grease stained box and a old crappy car driving away with a little girl’s tear stained face pressed up the back window as she begs her parents to go back. Oh how I had loved that baby. I took care of her and when I was at school I found a lady who could take of her. Then I paid the lady with money I had stolen out of my mom’s purse, she was going to use it for gambling anyway. I even named the kid, I taught her how to talk and how to smile and how too… I feel wet ugly tears fall down my face. I curse and wipe them away.

“Oh Lily,” I mumble quietly. That was what I had named that little girl with big blue eyes and her wild head of black cruly hair. Lily. Suddenly someting whips me out of my thoughts. Someone was touching me, I turned, ready to hurt someone. I find a boy my age looking at me. I scowl at him.

“What?” I ask so harshly he flinches. He quickly removes his hand that he had put on my soulder and trys a smile.

“Uh I- I mean- You were- I was checking to see if you were ok…” He quickly crosses his arms and seems a bit jumpy. “I think I go to school with you.”

“I don’t know. I go to school with a lot of people.” He does look fimilar now that he says this. His green eyes have a little bit of some kind of silver color weaving through them which looks awesome and his brown hair is swept back into a something like a tidal wave. I suddenly remember where I’ve seen him. “Are you that guy who’s really good at running or something?”

“Uh I’m on the track team, yes.” He sits in the chair next to me. I eye him wairily. He just invited himself into a conversation. I don’t want to talk. “It’ll be nice to have a break though won’t it?”

“I’m not on the track team.” I think he’s referring to winter breka which is in 2 days but I’m going to give him a hard time. Maybe he’ll go away.

“Yeah I know that, I was referring to school.” As he talks I rack my brain for info on him, gossip, rumors, facts and whatever else that’s related to him. I think his name is Jason, he lives in a big fancy house and his dad owns a clothing company or something… And he’s the cheer captain’s girlfriend. He’s a classic disney channel character.

“So on break, will you hang out with your girlfriend?” I blurt this out and want to kick myself when I say it. But it does get him a little flustered so that’s good.

“What? No. I don’t have a girlfriend.” He blushes and I arch an eyebrow.

“Whatever, I have to go.” I get up and start collecting my stuff. Then I walk out the door and start to head to the library.

“Wait!” I turn and find the guy holding out a peice of paper. I quietly curse when I see that it’s my drawing. “You forgot this. It’s really cool. You should join the art class. Anyway my name’s Jason. What’s yours?”

“My name’s Rapuzel.” I say quickly, another lie. I’ll have to make sure I don’t get too mixed up with all of them. But why did I lie about my name? I don’t even know why. He scrunches his brow and starts to say something but I’m already walking away. I decide to go home. People are too much work, I have a ton of homework to do anyways. I pull the hood of my gray sweatshirt over my head and quicken my pace. When I get home the little girls are in bed and I have to make sure I stay quiet. Since Marissa is in her office probably with some classical music playing, I can sneak into the room that I share with Josie, of course Josie is reorganizing her closet (for the second time this week.)

“Hey Holly. How’s Arron?” That’s what I said his name is… I come with a quick excuse.

“He’s moving back to Canada.” I try to sound bummed but really I wouldn’t care if my imaginary boyfriend was moving to the surface of the sun.

“Canada? I thought you said he just moved from Africa?” She turns to face me and I bite my lip.

“Oh yea, uh his dad got a new job there and it pays better.”  I take out my homework and start working on it. It’s a take home test for math. I use my signature method, the guess and hope method.

“Bummer. I’m sure you must have a couple other guys in line for you right?” She starts mubling something about her shelf space so I leave her be. I think sbout that guy at Starbucks, Jason. He was very popular at school, therefore he was probably a jerk. And he probably was a talker. Correction, he is definitly a talker. I hate talkers.

2 hours later I’m still working on homework and soon I give up and go to bed. I sleep on top of the covers so that I don’t mess up the hard work that Josie had done. At least I don’t have to do it tomorrow and besides Marissa keeps the heater on all night so I won’t be cold. My eyes close and I find myself asleep three minutes later. My dreams consist mostly of my parents. Them hitting me, them hitting Lily or just them. Sometimes I dream of the coming back for me, that’s always a werid one. Mostly because Marissa trys to scare them away with a frying pan and Josie tells them to put on clean clothes and to take a shower. At least I know that my foster family will scare away any creeps that come to get me. I don’t mind my foster family, it’s just. They are not my family. And they even though they try they will never be my family.