CHLOE POV
I grunt as the wheels on my suitcase hit another crack in the sidewalk. Stress and irritation have my temper flaring. Every second of this trip has been terrible. From the airport to the classes, everything has been mediocre and disorganized.
The only happy thought I keep focusing on is seeing Ian. I have missed him so much. Before being with him, I was used to my solitude. I was used to my quiet life filled with workouts and rehabilitation sessions. I didn't need many friends. My Bible study group and Susan were the only people I conversed with, but not now. I am so used to turning to him to share my thoughts that I spoke out loud to the air several times.
My phone rings just as I get to my car, and I grin when I read the caller ID.
"Hey, Dad," I answer while placing my phone on my shoulder.
I unlock my trunk and get my suitcase in quickly.
"Hello, Sweetie. How was your trip," Dad asks, and I laugh?&n
IAN POVToday is the day. I am excited but also extremely nervous. Chloe has been acting strange all week. She goes from clingy to distant constantly, and it has me worried that she knows... That she knows and doesn't want to get engaged. When I spoke to Susan about how Chloe was acting, Susan agreed. Apparently, during their workout, Chloe had drilled her about how our sessions were going. Susan felt she was digging for information on me, but she knows everything about me. We have stayed up all hours of the night talking about our thoughts. There is nothing left to learn. "Ian, I'm going to head out back to start the party set up...I know you probably won't, but if you need me, I will be in the backyard," Mom calls from down the hall, and I grin. "Okay," I reply loud enough for her to hear. My legs have gotten so strong that I don't even use the walker for short distance walks..like around
IAN POV. (5 yrs later) "Gayle, let me hold her," Alastair playfully grunts before stealing our new daughter from her grandmother. Chloe rolls her eyes at the exchange, but even though the air is lighthearted and filled with love, I can't relax. Ever since we adopted Li Mei from China, I have been a nervous wreck. Even though I know, she is safe with her grandparents; I can't help but picture them accidentally dropping her....or squeezing her too tight. I mean, Alastair is a huge man. "Love, come sit down. Mei is fine," Chloe whispers as she passes me to sit on the couch. I just shake my head, and she sighs. Chloe and I tried for a baby for two years before we discovered she couldn't get pregnant. And ever since that discovery, I have been a little bit of a mess. I have always wanted a family, a child of my own...Now that I have it and considering the long journey we took to get her... Nope, not calming down...
(Authors Note- I want to take a moment to thank my readers for all your support. I would not be here without you, thank you. The first portion of this story is Natalie's and her story was my first ever attempt at writing. Please forgive my grammar mistakes. I tried to correct them all, but I am sure I missed some. My writing does improve when you reach Dylan's portion of the story, so please bear with me. Again thank you for reading. Your support means the world to me) Natalie POV "Home." I hate the word. What's a home? I don't live in a home. I live in a crappy apartment—the third crappy apartment this year, to be exact. Mom recently broke up with boyfriend number one million. So we moved, again, to start from scratch. She is definitely in her "I'm single and miserable mood."Another new school district and another new apartment. Luckily for me, it is late August, so for once, I am starting school with everyone else. Being the new kid doesn't bother me anymore. I learned a long tim
NATALIE POV What a waste of three hours. After my mom finally made her appearance and filled out the necessary forms, I had to wait for them to get my schedule sorted. I missed the first three periods of the day. But I finally have my schedule and I am being shown to the cafeteria by a very sweet girl who works in the office as an aid. I pick a protein packed lunch today. I am going to tryout for the school's soccer team since I finally started school at the beginning of the year like a normal person. So I need the extra energy for later. I find an empty table in the back of the crowded lunch room and sit down. When eating lunch I prefer privacy. I like being by myself for two reasons 1.) I like my own company, my own thoughts, it is easier to plan and focus that way and 2.) I feel like it makes me look strong. I like looking independent. I am not the new kid desperately looking for a clique, I am Ms. Independent in my book. Plopping down I decide to study my new schedule. I am in
NATALIE POV "Sorry, I promise I'm not following you and technically I was here first," he quickly says while chuckling at me. I glare while looking him over. I really don't have a reason to be mad at him. It's just so frustrating that every embarrassing moment that I have today has been witnessed by him. I take a moment to calm down before pulling out my supplies. I need to focus. This is my hardest subject and if I am upset I while taking notes I won't be able to understand them later. Plus I have to make sure I'm not behind in this class especially. As I begin to take notes Ryan proceeds to try and distract me. He constantly whispers questions to me that I ignore, but he is making me angry. Why doesnt he pay attention to the teacher or take notes instead of bothering me? Probably because he is one of those snobby spoiled kids or a person that teachers give breaks to. He seems popular and acts like he owns the school the way he walks around. When he finally realizes I'm no
RYANS POVToday is the day. Yesterday I went to get my hair cut for the first time in months and bought a cool new shirt. So I feel ready. I am finally going to ask my best friend out on a date.I have watched so many guys ask her out. Every time that it happens when I am around my heart practically stops beating.She always replied, "No thank you" with a hint of irritation in her voice but it still scares me.To say I am nervous about getting the same reply is an understatement.I have already taken two showers this morning because I am sweating so much. I used way to much deodorant and half of my favorite cologne bottle. I brushed my teeth for at least ten minutes while rehearsing my speech. So yeah, I'm nervous.Today is her birthday. I figured it was the best time to ask. I plan to pop the question while I give her our homemade cards, some flowers and a necklace by mom helped me pick out. I prayed so hard last night for guida
NATALIE POV"How? What do you mean," I yell?My mind is running frantically. Her words aren't making any sense to me. It's like she is speaking another language.Mrs. Sheppard doesnt seem shocked that I am yelling at her. She looks like she pities me."Your mom was at the hospital last night, and she passed peacefully this morning," Mrs. Sheppard says calmly as if that explains anything."Why was she in the hospital? Did she get into a car accident," I ask, a bit calmer but just as confused as before.Mrs. Sheppard looks at the officer, this time with a slightly confused expression."Natalie, your mom, unfortunately, lost her battle this morning," she says as she turns her head back towards me.Confusion courses through my mind like a plague. Lost her battle? Was she in a fight with someone? Finally, the lady with the red glasses shifts in her chair slightly."Natalie, my name is Mrs. Phillip. I am the school
PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOU NATALIE POV My mom had planned everything for her burial. All I had to do was sign some papers. Then two days later, before I had even come to terms with her death, I attended her tiny funeral service. I didn't participate in her viewing. Instead, I sat outside in the hall. Ryan had sat outside with me, silently providing me comfort, which I felt numb to. Somehow yesterday, the Wilsons had convinced me to move in with them and put most of the apartment's stuff into storage. They even hired people to pack everything and move it to a storage facility. My whole life has changed in three days. All my plans have disappeared. It feels like my life is gone, even though it's just my stranger of a mom who is gone. At her funeral, I hadn't realized they were starting to lower her down into the dark until Ryan asked me if I was ready to go. I didn't reply; I just started walkin