by S. G. Sonysa
A shooting star shot through the sky, and I closed my eyes.
I wish that this year brings me happiness, I thought.
***
I forced a big smile as I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection looking ecstatic. Letting go of the strain I was feeling, my lips fell back into a straight line. I gave the rest of my features a cursory look. My long, dull chestnut brown hair flowed to my waist, and not even the sunlight hitting it could make it appear any more special than it was.
I wrapped a silver bracelet around my wrist. “Let’s do this,” I murmured.
“LENA! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!” called Mom, disturbing the moment of peace I was having and making me jump in fright. I shook my head, chuckling absent-mindedly.
You’d think that after 17 years of living with her, I would’ve gotten used to her yelling that I was going to be late—which I never was—but I could swear that her screaming gets louder every time. I slipped my comfy, soft jean jacket on and hopped down the stairs.
I placed a kiss on her forehead. “Good morning,” I said.
I mentally pinched my nose as I did so; I hated the smell of coffee. Mom gave me a small smile, sipping on her black, steaming drink. Her onyx black hair was in an elegant bun and she was in her business clothes, which meant that she was going to work.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said, checking something on her phone. She looked up at me and gave me a small smile. “You ready?”
I nodded, pouring myself a cup of apple juice.
“Oh, I just remembered,” said my mom, lifting her eyes from the magazine. “One of my co-workers’ daughter goes to this school. Look for her. Stacy Hennings. Okay?” I noticed the familiar kindness and worry in her gaze. Noticing my absence of response, she prodded, “Okay, Lena?”
I rolled my eyes. Mom always had a fear of me being friendless. But what she didn’t understand was that sometimes, I wanted to be alone. I’d gladly choose re-reading Looking for Alaska on a Saturday night than partying with a bunch of stuck-up teenagers. I was just that kind of person.
Saluting like a soldier, I replied. “Yes, mother.” She looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
“What?” I exclaimed, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. She walked over to me and stuffed a waffle in my mouth.
I immediately removed the oversized waffle from my mouth and glared at her, both of us extremely amused.
“I was just wondering what I’ve ever done to deserve a daughter like you.” She winked, poking my nose.
I folded my arms over my chest and pouted. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”
“A little bit of both,” she answered, putting her now empty cup in the sink. She pointed at it and I nodded.
“Hey! And I’ll do them, I know.”
After a few minutes of the daily teasing and fighting, I walked out the door, blowing her a kiss.
“Love you!” I exclaimed, taking a red apple and walking to our front door.
“Take care! Watch out for cars and don’t forget to smile and be happy!” shouted Mom. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. I felt a smile appear on my face, making me feel just a little bit better.
Sure, it was autumn, but the weather was extraordinary. The sun was out, perfectly shining, but there was a breeze cooling the slight heat. The leaves of the trees surrounding my neighborhood were red, orange, and yellow, making the view breathtaking. I wished I had my camera to capture this moment. My dream has always been to become a photographer, to save every moment of every sunrise, sunset and every scene that takes my breath away.
I began my route to my new school, Albany High School. During the summer, I had walked by the school so many times—I knew the way by heart. I plugged my earphones on and put them in my ears. Lego House was playing, and that was because it had been on replay for a few days. I hummed its tune softly as I walked to the high school where I’d spend my senior year.
It was time to pick up the pieces and build a Lego house.
***
After about 15 minutes, I arrived at my new high school. Unlike all those summer days when there was no one, it was now packed with teenagers. And seriously, it was chaos. As my eyes scanned the scene before me, all I could see were footballs being thrown around, making any path to the main entrance impossible.
Jocks these days.
There was a girl leaning her back against a giant tree, absent-mindedly smiling as she gently rocked her head. I could see ear buds in her ear and I figured she was listening to the music she loved.
A group of girls were gossiping about something, concentrating on that subject. I frowned upon seeing one of them dressed in underwear, or as they called them, short-shorts. It was autumn for God’s sake! If you needed to get lustful gazes from guys, you should’ve done it during summer, instead of risking hypothermia.
I headed to the main entrance, eager to get my schedule. I muttered a few “Excuse me’s” along the way. Some students looked at me, as if analyzing me with their eyes.
Why wouldn’t they?
I was the new girl.
Out of nowhere, something hard hit the back of my head. Black spots clouded my vision and I felt my body fall to the ground as I lost consciousness.
Well, gosh diddly darn, what a great start to the new school year!
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Acknowledgements
I thank my God for gifting me the talent of writing and expressing my thoughts in inspirational form.
I would like to express gratitude to my mother. She is the most lovable and caring woman that I know. I admire the grace and vigor she holds. Her encouragement and belief gave me the vitality to write this beautiful story. Without her support, I couldn’t have been able to start this book.
Now, the special acknowledgment goes to my incredible readers. The completion of this book couldn’t have been possible without their encouragement and huge support that they displayed throughout the journey of writing this book. I sincerely appreciate their endless love and praises, which helped me to progress my writing and to complete this book.
Lastly, thanks to my younger brother for not disturbing me while I wrote this book.
Author’s Note
Hey there!
Thank you so much for reading Broken Hearts! I can’t express how grateful I am for reading something that was once just a thought inside my head.
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Can’t wait to hear from you!
S.G. Sonysa
About the Author
My name is Sarah, but people commonly know me as Sonysa, which is my pen name. I am twenty-two years old and studying in university. After my studies and daily chores, the leisure time I get I spend that time on writing or reading.
Writing is my passion and I love creating stories. I try my best to make readers feel every bit of emotion, love, and drama in the story.
When I’m not writing, you can find me in my room reading my favorite book or gossiping with my mom.
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