Fallen (Based on Pittacus Lore's "I Am Number Four")

“Got all of your things?” Tristan said.

   “Yep. Yours?” I asked.

   “Uhuh.” he replied. We decided to go to to Wales. The closest yet farthest place we could go. Tristan offered to use his car. It’s big enough to hold our things inside. I didn’t bring much stuff though, just a supply of food and water worth 5-days, my iPhone and its charger, a sketchpad and some writing materials, a map, and I brought Ginger with me. She seemed like good company.

   I turn around and see Cheska, leaning by the closed front door. She had a strained expression on her face, and it’s obvious she’s trying not to show it. I sigh and walk towards her, and then I gave her a big hug. “I’ll miss you, Chescake.” I whispered. It’s her nickname....long story. She hugs back and sighs, looking back at his brother who was checking if we are prepared for the trip. Although it’s really more of a trip, since I’d be living wherever we go. I sigh again for which seemed like the millionth time and let go of her. I smiled weakly and turned around.

   “Hey you done back there?” Tristan asked. His face looked uneasy, and won’t he say goodbye to Cheska? I told her to wait and I jogged to Tristan. He was zipping his bag closed and looked at me. “So, you ready?”

   I ignored his question and looked at him in the eye. “Won’t you say goodbye to the sister you had for eighteen years?” I asked. He shrugged and hopped into the driver’s seat. I roll my eyes and go to the passenger’s seat beside him. I looked out from the window and waved goodbye. Cheska smiled and waved back. I turn to Tristan and nodded. “Ready.”

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   “Are we there yet?” I asked Tristan. Tristan has been driving for three hours straight. I was listening to my music in my iPhone the whole time. The earphones still in my ears, different kinds of sounds coming out creating one harmony. When I’m bored I try to dissect the sounds... For example, the base, the drums, and all that.

   “One more hour.” he said. I groaned and flipped over. I looked at the things that we had. “Sit properly. Your bum is sticking out.” he laughed. I sighed and flipped back, slumped down my seat and put my seatbelt back on.

   “So we’re really doing it, huh?” I asked.

   “Yup.”

   I look out the window and start to play “Nobody Compares” by One Direction. It reminds me of Cheska. Not only because it’s One Direction-related. The lyrics just totally reflects what just happened three hours ago and some of the memories we had.

   You’re so pretty, when you cry, when you cry

   Wasn’t ready, to hear you say goodbye

   Now you’re tearing me apart, tearing me apart

   You’re tearing me apart

   “I’ll miss you Chescake.”

   You’re so London, your own style, your own style

   We’re together, it’s so good, so girl why

   Are you tearing me apart, tearing me apart

  You’re tearing me apart

   “We’re gonna be best friends FOREVER!!!” Cheska cheered. I giggled and nodded in agreement.