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Chapter 2
The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore
A light breeze hit the big oak in the backyard of Madison Lane number 650, coursing a branch to hit the roof window with a loud bang. Gabriella Stevenson woke up by the sudden disturbance, and as she opened her eyes, a blinding light hit her eyes with such a force; she had to close them again. She rubbed her hands in her eyes, and looked at the alarm clock. She did not realise the light came from her window, and the constant rain had finally come to an end.
She pulled her duvet to the side and stood out of bed, trembling. She looked down herself, she was wearing her light blue pyjamas; with brown monkeys, and yellow bananas on. She had been wearing this, the past nine days ? not caring or having the strengths to change it. She made her way to the mirror, standing in the corner of the room. Her blond hair was put in a messy clod, and you could still see the almost invisible black streaks on her cheeks, from the mascara she had been wearing at the funeral. She looked away down on the floor, and forced herself to put the thought in the back of her head ? something she had a hard time doing.
She took a step back and turned to the window, to look at the rain there had flooded down the past nine days. When she looked up, and the light met her again, her eyes widened and for a minute her figure froze. A tear felt from pure happiness, as she ran to the window and opened it with such a force it would have felt of, if the house had been old.
As the fresh air hit her, she breathed out ? a breath there was so deep it was like she hadn?t breathed though all this time. She could finally hear the birds singing again, and hear the bees buzzing. She could see the lake in the park, there was shining because of the sun rays, there were falling down on it. The swings in the backyard was swinging lightly from the breeze there had finally hit Oak Point, and the wooden house was almost dry from all the raindrops.
She suddenly felt the hungriness, there had been growing inside her. She could hear how her stomach was rumbling, and having forgotten the clock and lost the count of days, she took her matching monkey slippers on and wandered down stairs ? entering the kitchen noiseless. Here she found her parents and little sister, sitting by the diner table ? covered with breakfast, looking at her surprised when she stumbled and had to grab hold on one of the counters, to not fall. She then realised it was Sunday, a day she use to love because of this certain happening.
Every Sunday her mother would make an amazing breakfast for her family. They would stay there all morning, talking about random stuff as; school, friends, sport, work, and spare time ? whatever came to their minds. But suddenly Gabriella had stopped coming, she would either lay in bed with a hangover, or be at her boyfriend?s place. A thing her mother had tried to talk to her about, but Gabriella had swept away with an annoyed answer. She realised how her behaviour had change since moving to Oak Point ? a change she couldn?t really figure out if she liked or not. She missed talking to her family like old times, and she missed being hungry and eating whatever she wanted.
She sat down on the chair beside her mother?s. She smiled and for the first time since the news, she spoke to someone. ?I don?t believe I have ever been so hungry, what do you have to offer mom?? She placed her one foot on the chair and relaxed her head on her knee, and looked at her mother, who had her eyes full of tears. She hugged her daughter tightly and began handing her different things from around the table, something which made Gabriella smile.
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A couple of houses down were Leah Jones sitting in her windowsill, dressed in her nightgown. She had sat there looking at the rain, the last couple of days ? hoping to soon see the sun caressing the street again. But now the sun had hit Oak Point, she wasn?t sure she wanted it there ? she was not sure if she liked the sun or the rain more.
A small knock sounded on the door. Leah closed her eyes for a short moment to gather her thoughts, when her mother slightly opened the door and looked inside. She opened the door completely and walked in with a tray completed with; a cup of tea, a cinnamon roll ? and a little rose, put in a little vase beside. She put it down on her desk, beside her computer, and gave her a small smile before leaving the room.
Leah looked at the small rose, put in the little transparent vase, standing on the tray. She hit her head carefully against the wall behind her, as a tear rolled down her cheek. The rose was Annabella?s favourite flower ? her favourite flower because she had ones seen Sarah ? Leah?s mother, doing her gardening on a sunny spring afternoon, when they were about ten years old. She had told Sarah that she had never seen such beautiful roses as the ones on her bush ? and that little rose now standing in that vase, was from that very same bush as Annabella had loved so much.
Another tear hit her innocent face, when she saw the memory book, lying on her bedside table. She slid down from the windowsill, and made her way to the bed. She sat down slowly and took the square pink book, with a picture on the cover of her and Annabella standing in Mrs. Jones garden, the summer before this. They had a tan and were smiling happily, standing under the big cherry tree. Annabella had made it for her, as a part of her Christmas gift. She loved it with every single feeling in her body ? there was now so weak, as it had never been before.
She opened it slowly, and led the memories flood though her mind, all whilst the tears was rolling down her cheeks. She touched every single page of the book ? taking it up to her nose, to smell the scent of Annabella, who had sprayed the whole book with her perfume, and told Leah; now you will remember me forever. Something there was also written on the very last page of the book.
She looked at the tray on her desk. It wouldn?t hurt to eat something - her stomach was beginning to rumble anyway. She took a bite of the cinnamon roll, and felt how the hungriness was rolling over her. She took a cautious sip of her tea, and never before had strawberry tea tasted so good. She looked at her computer ? a thing she had not touched in the last nine days. She pressed on the start bottom slowly ? 12 new messages, appeared on the screen. She clicked on the read sign ? first message on the computer was from Gaby sent: May 23 2007 ? 08:55 am; Lee ? can we meet at your place after dinner? She quickly replied, and asked Gaby to tell the other girls.
She scrolled down ? a couple of commercial, and a letter from the school, something she didn?t bother to read. A newsletter from GreenPeace.com ? something Victoria once signed her up for. Some more commercial, and then the last message; Annabella Montez ? May 14 2007 ? 09:17 pm; LEAH! Please come over ? I?m
dying of boringness, come watch a movie with me.
Leah took a step back and placed her small hands in front of her mouth. She sat down on the bed at a snail's pace, and then she broke down ? she cried and she cried. It felt like forever before her mother came into the room and hugged her tightly. So tightly Leah felt like a newborn child, in its mother?s warm embrace.
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Across the street, in Megan Foster?s backyard, the family was enjoying a late breakfast except for Megan, who was kicking her football upwards the tall white picket fence, leaning up to a garden on another street. It was tired and sloppy kicks, but Megan didn?t care about the football ? she was just trying to move her attention from the garden beside theirs. But she couldn?t help but look at the big pool, covered with a plastic foil ? and with the four missing deck chairs, there usually was standing there.
Ben Foster was looking at his daughter concerned. He had never seen her in this state before ? not that he blamed her, but he was missing his little sunflower ? kicking her ball through the grass and into the goal, he had build for her. She was not wearing her favourite t-shirt anymore ? a Liverpool shirt he had gotten her when he had been in England, with number 8 on the back; Steven Gerrard ? her favourite player.
A loud vibrator sounded from her cell phone, there was lying on the big dark wooden table. Megan ignored it, but her father did not. ?Sunflower ? your phone got a text message.? He said quietly, looking at her ? still kicking the ball against the tall white picket fence. She didn?t answer nor did she look at him ? she just kept kicking the ball. He looked down on the screen, hoping it was from one of the three other girls ? and bingo it was. ?Megan ? it?s from Gabriella.? He said firmly this time ? she was going to check that message, whether he was going to do it for her or not. But as soon as she heard Gabriella?s name she was alive ? she ran to the phone and took it of her father?s hand.
Megs ? Leah?s after dinner, okay? She quickly text back and grabbed an apple ? the first thing she had eaten in days. Her mom and dad looked curiously at her, but she did not tell them anything. She just stormed up on her room ? and locked the door behind her.
Finally ? finally she got away from that garden ? finally she got away from her father?s stare ? and finally she would see her friends again. She slid down the door and pulled her knees close to her stomach, and rested her head on them ? this was something she had really needed.
She closed her eyes and remembered the folders her coach had given her, just in case the girls changed their minds, during summer. She stood up and went to her closet, where she had put them, so the girls wouldn?t find them, and think she was about to take off to football camp ? instead of spending the vacation with them in Boston.
There were three different camps ? one in Mexico ? one in Florida ? and one in Californian. She looked though all three, but she kept returning to the one in Mexico, and mind her, she wanted to get as far away from Oak Point as possible ? as far away from Madison Lane as possible ? and as far away from that garden she couldn?t possibly get! She actually needed training too ? so just in case they decided to drop the Boston trip, she had a plan B to get away.
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On the front porch of Nymphedora was Victoria Harlem sitting. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts. She was eating a piece of bread, with jam on ? piece by piece. Her mother was watching her from the window ? not knowing her daughter had already seen her. She was worried ? not that there was something new to that, she often spend her time worrying about her daughter.
She didn?t understand Victoria could not act respectable, like a real lady. She didn?t understand why she found it fashionable to walk around with a messy ponytail, with her bang hanging a bit everywhere. Her beautiful ebony black hair ? there could be brushed to silk ? and catch attention of proper boys, instead of those rocker types, she was hanging around.
Sahara was looking from behind her mother. She was worried about her little sister ? she had never seen Victoria sitting so quietly, just staring out into the blue. Her drained face, where the tears had sat their marks ? her stare, which was usually looking deeper, was now empty and full of nothingness ? her before sulking expression, was now making endless sobs.
She usually didn?t talk to well with her sister ? actually there relationship was pretty bad. It was properly because they were so different. Victoria had black hair ? Sahara had blond. Victoria had dark brown eyes ? Sahara had ocean blue eyes. Victoria was a tiny girl ? Sahara was tall, and had curves the right places. Victoria liked the rock style ? Sahara liked pop. Victoria loved animals ? Sahara hated them. She could go on and on about them being different, but what would the point be ? their relationship would not get better of that reason.
She snapped out of her thoughts, as Victoria yelled from outside; ?LEAVE ME ALL ASSHOLES!? Victoria looked annoyed as her mother and sister disappeared from the window. Why could they not just leave her alone ? just this one time? What was up with her family anyway? Her mother hated Annabella, of that simple reason Annabella hated fur as much as Victoria, and had once uttered her opinion to Mrs. Harlem.
Suddenly her cell phone blinked ? a message from Gabriella. She sat up quickly and read it; Vicky ? Leah?s after dinner, okay? A meeting ? something she had been afraid of, not because she didn?t want to see the girls again ? but because she knew that this conversation was about their summer holiday ? something she deadly wanted to avoid.
She leaned back and took another piece of her bread ? this was something she needed to fight for, but something she was afraid she was losing!
?Pieces don?t fit anymore, the question are what does it mean? That something doesn?t belong together anymore ? that something is falling apart ? that something is broken? In this case, being my friends ? revolved around all three things. See there had already happened changes in all four of the girls lives, they just didn?t know it yet. Gabriella discovered how much she missed her family ? Leah found that deadly mail from me that would make her feel so guilty that she may even think, it was her fault I killed myself ? Megan didn?t know it yet, but she had already decided how to spend her holiday ? and at last Victoria, she worried so much that an anger was rising in the back of her mind.?_________________________________________________________________________________________________________
[Author's Note; Sorry for taking so long updating, you can listen to the song if you want to, just another song to insprirate. This is my favorite chapter so far, so I hope you like it. Happy reading folks. 
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