Crooked Young
Found
KARINA'S POV
I stared at my graduation gown. It stared back. I could hear the repetitive, annoying ticking of my clock as the war dragged on.
Puffing out, I took the gown off its hanger and slipped into it. The ugly purple material hid my white dress, and hung off my shoulders like a bed sheet. I pulled my curled hair over one shoulder, turning to the side and taking a few steps, pretending I was walking across the stage. I looked comical.
Pulling on my flats, I shuffled over to my wardrobe in search of a bag. I wanted something me, not something my dad chose at the shopping mall two weekends ago without asking me. I tugged on the white dress unhappily.
Digging through my wardrobe, I eventually found the perfect thing: it was the black studded clutch I used for prom. Popping it open to make sure that there was nothing already in it, I was surprised to see a bulge in the small zip pocket.
Intrigued by my find, I unzipped the compartment to discover a tiny beaded bracelet, something like one of Lucia's creations. I lifted it out and examined the small piece of jewelery - it had blue beads of three different shades as well as a few glittery silver ones. Twisting it round my fingers, I noticed something else. Three of the beads were little white cubes which read 'T&K' in small black font.
Smiling like an idiot, I slipped the bracelet on. It fit perfectly around my wrist, and the colours matched those around my room. Forgetting about how pissed off I was about having to wear what looked like a drape, I took my phone off my desk to text Tony and tell him that I'd found his little gift.
Once I'd sent the message, I filled the clutch with a few bits and bobs before heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. The knowledge that it was the last day I was ever going to spend with those people as a collective was pummeling my stomach, but I still had to eat. The last thing I wanted was to end up fainting on front of everyone.
Entering the kitchen, I found my dad sitting at the breakfast table with a sorrowful, worried expression. I laughed lightly at the idea he was so nervous. "C'mon dad," I smiled, "you don't need to cry over graduation."
He shook his head, gesturing for me to take a seat. Rolling my eyes, I played along as he pretended to be distraught. He used to play those kind of jokes on me all the time when I was young, and I was happy that something - even if it was finishing high school - was bringing back that side of him.
"I got a call this morning," he began shakily. "It was your friend Meg's mother..."
"Karina, honey, she took her own life."
I stared at my graduation gown. It stared back. I could hear the repetitive, annoying ticking of my clock as the war dragged on.
Puffing out, I took the gown off its hanger and slipped into it. The ugly purple material hid my white dress, and hung off my shoulders like a bed sheet. I pulled my curled hair over one shoulder, turning to the side and taking a few steps, pretending I was walking across the stage. I looked comical.
Pulling on my flats, I shuffled over to my wardrobe in search of a bag. I wanted something me, not something my dad chose at the shopping mall two weekends ago without asking me. I tugged on the white dress unhappily.
Digging through my wardrobe, I eventually found the perfect thing: it was the black studded clutch I used for prom. Popping it open to make sure that there was nothing already in it, I was surprised to see a bulge in the small zip pocket.
Intrigued by my find, I unzipped the compartment to discover a tiny beaded bracelet, something like one of Lucia's creations. I lifted it out and examined the small piece of jewelery - it had blue beads of three different shades as well as a few glittery silver ones. Twisting it round my fingers, I noticed something else. Three of the beads were little white cubes which read 'T&K' in small black font.
Smiling like an idiot, I slipped the bracelet on. It fit perfectly around my wrist, and the colours matched those around my room. Forgetting about how pissed off I was about having to wear what looked like a drape, I took my phone off my desk to text Tony and tell him that I'd found his little gift.
Once I'd sent the message, I filled the clutch with a few bits and bobs before heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. The knowledge that it was the last day I was ever going to spend with those people as a collective was pummeling my stomach, but I still had to eat. The last thing I wanted was to end up fainting on front of everyone.
Entering the kitchen, I found my dad sitting at the breakfast table with a sorrowful, worried expression. I laughed lightly at the idea he was so nervous. "C'mon dad," I smiled, "you don't need to cry over graduation."
He shook his head, gesturing for me to take a seat. Rolling my eyes, I played along as he pretended to be distraught. He used to play those kind of jokes on me all the time when I was young, and I was happy that something - even if it was finishing high school - was bringing back that side of him.
"I got a call this morning," he began shakily. "It was your friend Meg's mother..."
"Karina, honey, she took her own life."
Notes
THE END.
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thank you for all the comments (especially recently) as well as the support you guys have given this story throughout. You guys are fucking awesome. The sequel will either be up today or tomorrow, just depends :) thank you again!! x
ohh, and here's what i imagined Lucia looking like..
OMFG <3
7/6/15