The end of Forever

by Melody Ichigami

heads, “To protect you.”

  I didn't understand, but I wasn't going to ask.

  They answered anyways, “If we told you, we would have broken a law, and you would've been sent straight to hell.”

  I stiffened. They had done it for me... and here I was blaming them for what they had not done. I smiled, and they knew everything was OK.

  Was it finally over? Was it really? The answer was no. It was not.

  The next day, I packed up my old stuff. Just as I was doing that, someone burst through my door. Nothing scared me anymore, so I didn't care what happened. Heck, I wouldn't care if they killed me.

  Actually, I wouldn't care, but I wouldn't let them. Courtney and the motel man gave up their lives for what? For my life. For me. They gave it up for me. Everyday, I try to figure out why. They are the reasons I live. The only reason.

  “Who is it?” I called out, sounding bored.

  I heard footsteps coming, nearing my room.

  I looked up, and saw a face. The face was my dad's.

  “D-daddy? Did you come to finish mom's job and kill me? Did you know she was Grace?” I asked.

  “Don't worry, your coming home, thats all you need to know.” He said, his eyes looking sad.

  I followed my dad out the door. We rode in the car in silence. Sometimes I would look at him, and he would look back and smile.

  “So are you ready to go back to school tomorrow? I could put your stuff in your new room while your there.” He said.

  I had entirely forgotten about school!

  “Sure!” I said, for the first time looking forward to school.

  My dad drove up the driveway to the closest thing to a mansion I'd ever seen. My eyes where practically popping out of my head. My brother, Jacob, raced out of the garage in his red and black bike.

  My dad must've seen my shocked face, because he said, “Wait until you see your room.” He was very proud and happy that I liked the house.

  As soon as he said those words, I raced in the house. The house looked 10 times bigger on the inside than the out!

  “Which ones my room?” I asked, barely able to breathe.

  “Look upstairs.” My dad said, grinning.

  I groaned, normally I liked having to find stuff, but upstairs there looked like there was 100 rooms! And I wanted to see my room PRONTO! I wandered upstairs, looking in every room. 10 doors down, I saw the door and knew it was mine. I don't know how I just knew.

  I creaked the door open slowly. Then I screamed at the top of my lungs when I saw inside. Chain saws, knives, guns, you name it! They where planning on killing me! My heart stopped cold. Then I felt a tap at my shoulder.

  “We get robbed a lot, so just in case the police don't do good on their night shift, guarding our house, we have these.” He explained, locking the door with his key, then handing the key to me. “Your room is 3 doors down to the left.

  I peeked into the room he pointed out to me, hoping to weapons where in this room. I was astonished by what I saw. Neon colors where splashed everywhere! My bed looked super fluffy, covered in neon bedsheets. My dresser was lime green, my closet florescent yellow, my carpet bright purple, and my dad filled the room with all sorts off stuff he knew I would like! I opened my closet door. He had marked different sections with; Happy days! Bad days! Tired days! Normal days! Popular days! Under each label, clothes that fir that mood where hanging on hangers. It was absolutely perfect. Too perfect...

  My blue alarm clock woke my up in the morning. I threw off my covers, then headed downstairs, I wolfed my breakfast down, excited to pick out my clothes.

  I raced upstairs and threw open my closet door. As I picked out some popular clothes, I tripped, and fell through my closet! When I got to my feet, I realized there where stairs, rainbow stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I couldn't believe what I saw. One of those make-up dressers, the famous people use with the spotlights at the top, sat in the middle of the small room. The prettiest dresses I've ever seen hung at the walls, around the whole room. In a small corner, I noticed a small perfect jewelry box, and in the opposite corner, a small safe. I raced to the make-up dresser first. I turned the lights on, and smiled at myself in the mirror. I opened the drawers, and every different one had a different make-up. Lipsticks, eyeshadow, eyeliner, lip liner, nail polish, hair curlers, you name it! I couldn't stop smiling. Then I raced over to the jewelry, all sorts of diamond bracelets and necklaces sat in a pile in the box. I couldn't figure out if they where real or not. I opened the safe, and hundreds of dollars sat inside! I would figure that out later, but a long curtain caught my eye. I opened it, and it was a dressing room!

  I felt a tap at my shoulder. I looked behind myself.

  “Mel, you better get ready, the bus will come any minute!” my dad said.

  I raced upstairs, threw on some popular clothes, and ran out the door just in time.

  Brad smiled at me, as soon as I set foot in the bus. He motioned for me to come over and sit by him. So I did. Other boys eyed us, it might have been just me, but they looked jealous. I pulled at my areopostal shirt.

  “You look nice.” Brad said. “Too nice!” He said, throwing his soda all over me!

  “BRAD YOU INGRATE!” I shouted.

  A girl motioned for me to come sit by her, so I did. She helped my wipe off most of the soda, along with other boys, and a few girls. Brad actually looked kind of sorry, but I didn't care.

  “My names Kelsey.” The girl said. She had wavy brown hair, and blue eyes. She was tall and skinny.

  “I'm Melody.” I said.

  “I know, everyone has been talking about you.” She said.

  “Oh, haha, good things or bad?” I asked nervously.

  “Well, the popular girls thought u where gonna take there place, so there where happy you haven't been at school. The boys all like you now, and they've been sad. Everyone else is eager to be your bff.” She said.

  “Ha ha!” I said, not believing it.

  When I got to school, I found out though. Everyone wanted to talk to me. Everyone acted like I was the new Miley Cyrus or something. And I hated it. Usually I hate when people who have everything still want more, or hate their life. But now I finally know how they feel. Being normal is so underrated! Everyone wants to be your friend, so you don't know who's loyal! I was almost positive Kelsey was loyal, though.

  Finally lunch rolled around, and I was looking for a specific person to sit by. Yep, Kelsey. But as I was looking for a seat 5 people followed me. I say 5 people, because it wasn't just girls. Boys tagged along too.

  Finally I spotted Kelsey, by herself, but not by herself. She sat toward the middle of the table. Everyone sat at one half of the table. If you didn't look close, it would look like she was with those people. But I could tell by the way she picked at her food, and looked at them, with a lonely stare, that she wasn't.

  I made my way over to her, “Hey!” I said.

  “Uh, hi!” She answered, confused by why I had chosen to sit by her.

  Just then, Amy sat down next to me, “Hey, do you and Kel wanna come to my sleepover tomorrow?”

  “Sure!” We both said at the same time.

  Kelsey's eyes widened as she pulled my away to the bathroom.

  “Amy is the most popular girl, like, ever! It's mainly because of her sleepovers! I've always wanted to go to one! Thanks! Hey after school, do you want to go shopping for dresses after school? It sounds weird, but usually people wear dresses there!” Kelsey said, rapidly.

  “Ha ha! OK, we can call now!” I said flipping open my cell. Of course my dad said yes, and so did hers.

  “Oh, one thing! We don't have to go shopping for dresses.” I said, remembering my closet, “I think I'll have what we need!”

  “OK!” She squealed.

  I couldn't wait for the day to end, and when it finally did, Kelsey and I where all ready.

  When we got to my bus stop, we walked over to my house.


  “Dang! Look at that house its giant! I wish I lived in that house, don't you?” She asked.

  “I live there!” I said, giggling.

  We both doubled over in laughter, as we ran up the driveway. When we stepped in, I lead her to my room. Her eyes where popping out more than mine had, when I lead her down the stairs. She stared at everything, but her gaze always went back to one dress. A purple flowered one, that falls to your knees. It had a halter neck, and was perfect for any party.

  “Pick any one you want to borrow.” I said nodding toward the purple dress.

  “I promise I'll return it in just as good condition, the next morning!” She said, already heading toward the purple dress.

  I scanned all the dresses, finally deciding on a red one. It was a strapless rich in color, red dress. It had a big black ribbon around the waist, and fell to your thighs. It had white lace at the bottom, and small hearts on the skirt. It was perfect.

  Kelsey tried on her dress first, when she came out, I have to admit, she looked FABULOUS!

  “That dress must've been like made for you! It looks great! You'll be the bomb at the party!” I cheered.

  “Thanks.” She said, modestly.

  I slipped on my dress, and came out, pretending to walk a runway. I Blew kisses to the crowd and did my best strut.

  “OMG! That dress is perfect on you!” She said, too amazed to sat anything else.

  “Thanks.” I said, blushing, because it was true.

  Finally the sleepover came. My dad drove both of us there.

  “How do I look? Is my hair OK?” Kelsey asked, nervously.

  “You look great.” I