Broken Hearts Club

The Destiny of the Path

I reach home by 6:30 in the evening. The sun was setting and the sky was overcrowded with dusty orange clouds. Exhaling a deep amount of air I open the door as I prepare myself for mom's lectures. Our living room is where the main entrance is situated. So, the moment I step in I am standing in the living room while there's chilling in the environment encompassing me. There's archaic barriers standing on both my sides acting like half walls. I walk out of that space when I spot no one in the kitchen. I try continuing my walk to my room but I sense a presence as a wave of air crashed behind me. Mom pauses me, '' Wait Eva!'' I spin around to face her. She had her reading glasses on. Probably, that's why she may have not heard me barging in. '' How was your day at the mall? '' I was staggered by her sweet behavior.

'' It was okay I guess.''

'' I am happy you are finally trying to be nice to the neighbours.''

And that's her basic reason to not scold me. As I was bonding with my fellow neighbor. '' Mom I am not.... '' I wanted to clarify that I wasn't hanging out Zain for friendship means rather I went there for my own benefits but I don't finish. '' Never mind. '' I reply with a smile as I leave the room.

I close my bedroom door as I jump on my comfy bed with utter tiredness meandering in my veins. I hug my pillow as I recall I never texted Kyle back. I immediately toss myself out of the bed as I grab my phone from my purse.

'' Hey where did you go? '' 3:49 AM

'' TEXT ME EVAA! ''4:32 AM

'' I guess you are asleep by now. Have a good night.... No wait good morning haha. '' 4:37 AM

'' I woke up at 4 in the afternoon. Mom threw a bucket of water on my face!'' 4:31 PM

I smile unexpectedly viewing his messages . It's feels nice and warm knowing there are people waiting on the other side to see that one text that makes them believe, you are there, there to listen, there to be heard. It feels nice to have a friend.

I call him without hesitating. He picks up at the first ring. '' Hey Eva my girl. Why did you ditch me last night?'' Kyle had a strong rough voice. Which was another hint for me that he can't be just a creepy old guy posing like a teenager online. I lie on my bed answering, '' Hm.. I was very sleepy. '' '' Sleep can't be more important than me. Can it?'' '' I don't know. I guess so. '' I answer jokingly. '' Ugh fine. Did you buy your special first day clothes?'' '' You remember? '' I didn't know he would pay heed to everything I slur. '' Yeah of course. '' He simply says. I overhear mom arguing outside as I hang up the call saying, '' Hey.. I will you call you later, okay? Something came up. '' Before he responds I cut the line. I head outside with my phone still in my hand. '' What is wrong with you? '' Mom shouts pressing her phone on one side of her ear. I was confused by her sudden explosion of angriness. I never saw her behaving like this. When she notices me she starts walking in the opposite direction avoiding my presence . I walk towards the couch my little brother was sitting on. He didn't see me standing so I pick on head using my destructive nails. '' Ouch! '' He moans in pain. '' Who is mom talking to? '' '' I don't know. '' He replies unconsciously going to what he doing, eating the popcorn while watching the television blindly. My inner guts were telling me to eavesdrop but I know that won't right. So, I decided to neglect it.

The next day

I woke up early today. Thank God I placed the alarm on the right time and decided to dodge the midnight conversations with Kyle. He was pretty pissed though. But I don't complain. I can't believe it's today, the big day. I will be meeting Kyle and I will be living my life as a normal teenager . After freshening up I walk to the living room/dining room/ kitchen whatever you call it. Walking forward I take a final glimpse at the mirror beside me located at the hallway to check myself one last time. My outfit is the same how I bought it or Zain did. The retro T completely adjusted my body, which is not too tight and not too loose. On the other hand, the skirt was a bit too tight for my hips. Obviously, while buying I wasn't the one to choose the measurements, so I blame it on Zain. I let my hair be open in it's usual way. My hair has always been straight, it's longer than my shoulders summing up with some curly locks. The coffee brown colour doesn't highlight my black T-shirt that much but still I am proud of it. I mean, most girls like being artificial and plastic, painting their heads with the name of fitting in society all the time. Well, I on the contrary am not like one of them. I like being in my own skin. But I won't disagree that I haven't felt the same. Because, we all have this certain time in our life, when we urge to be something unprecedented, something tragically beautiful. We desire to be out of control, to be free, to do the things that are forbidden. But the most predominant thing is, how much can we swallow the adrenaline plunging within? And pave it away to shield us from the misconceptions approaching towards us.

''Good Morning! '' I say as I blend myself into the sad environment they have commenced. Mom was cooking silently while dad was reading the newspaper covering his head sitting on the dining table of four. My little brother eating his food using his right hand while the left to read his nerdy book. '' Good Morning dear. '' Dad replies forcing a smile removing the newspaper out of his face. I sat down on the table with them, '' Everything okay? '' I never experienced such awful quietness among us. We have always been joyous except obviously there were some upset moments peeking in our life. But I wasn't sure what was the reason today. '' Yeah why won't it be? '' Dad's gaze frozed towards mom hoping she would return hers to comfort the both of us. But it didn't seem to happen because she occupied herself in the cooking unmindfully . Finding no response, dad looked towards me as he gently gripped my shoulder, '' Don't worry Eva. Everything is okay. '' I know I am the eldest child so I kind of have the right to know what's wrong. But I don't want to pressurize them either. When time will come they will tell me themselves. So, I just nod my head smiling wistfully.

After breakfast which was done in a total awkward manner, mom and dad didn't talk once and it was making me worried as f**k. I got up from the table sighing as I strapped my bag on my shoulders. '' Okay ..... so I am leaving for school. '' I tell as I scrutinize for their response. '' Wait.. honey. '' I turn back pronto.

'' Yeah dad?''

'' Do you want me to drive you there? I mean, I am driving Elias at his school. Storm Coast High is nearby to that. ''

'' No.. It's okay dad. Mom already gave me the details about the school bus and stuff. And besides I think it will be better for me inorder to bond with people easily. ''

The minute I say 'Mom' she gets her head out of her whimsical thoughts. '' Huh honey? '' She probably felt foolish missing the whole conversation. I walk towards her as I stood in front of her. '' Yeah... you forgot to give me a good luck hug.'' Mom instantly puts the spatula down which she was using the entire time to stir something. She wraps her arms around me and it felt like she wanted some insane good luck from me. I don't know what's happening in my family but I do sense something worse. I don't display the stress I had behold on my head. Then, I swoop behind dad's chair to give him a kiss on his head and on my way to the door I rotate my head back to review everyone continuing their work except my little brother hoping for his big sister to check upon him. I rush to him as I pull him up to give him a tight hug. He is so short that when he hugs me it feels like he's hugging my stomach and his hands encircled by my waist. I ruffle his ginger hair to make it more messier as it maddened him but he doesn't show. '' Stop studying so much! '' I whisper considering I don't want mom and dad to know that I am the elder sister who gives ill advices to the younger.

Finally, I walk my way out of the house. I breathe in some fresh morning air freeing the tension out of my soul. I reminisce all a sudden that I was supposed to text Kyle . My phone was in my hand. So, I unlock it forthwith, '' You gotta meet me today. You know that right? Text me what are you gonna wear. It will make it easier for me to find you. '' I add a winky face in the end as I shut my phone to shove it inside my bag.

At the station where the school bus is reckoned to arrive, I stall there for a minute with a couple of more teenagers encircling me. I wanted to start a conversation with some. But something was holding me down. The anti-social vibe I presume. I gulp an air of confidence as I try to open my mouth to talk to the blonde girl standing beside me. She was typing in her phone possibly texting someone. Her hair was silver blond and she had a pair of red grandma glasses which weirdly suits her face cutting. Her skin was tanned like mine but more darker and it was literally glowing as the sun rays were sprinkled over her. She was kinda short as her head reaches up to my shoulders. I couldn't see her face rightly because she had kept her head down the entire time. I noticed her dress before. She is wearing a maroon dress with black knee high boots. She was very fashionable which makes me wonder, what if she turns out to be a mean b***h? I know I completely sound like a nonsensical person. Like, just because a person dresses well doesn't mean she is full of pride. It doesn't portray her personality. You can't simply just determine someone by how they dress. But surely, my head wasn't thinking straight. Because, trust me even though I have never been into a real school before I assume I know a lot about high school based upon the massive amount of movies I have watched. But I pray this time, my brain doesn't comprehend the whole truth. I clear my throat to gather her attention. She looked towards me in a trice. '' Hey. '' She deeply stared at me with her sea green eyes like she was staring at my soul. '' Hi. '' Her voice was very squeaky, don't know if that's her permanent tone. She puts her phone in her bag as she places her hand on the air offering me a general hand shake. I simply shake my hand smiling. '' I am Laila, Laila Hartline. '' I reply, '' Eva, Freshman. '' I guessed it will be better to let her know. '' Oh.... Freshman. Well, I am in my junior year. '' she ends the sentence as the bus came. I observed the logo on the bus for a minute. Later, we both got in huddling. I ended up sitting beside her the whole ride talking about how I was homeschooled my whole unholy life.

We reached Storm Coast High and surprisingly I liked talking to Laila. She was sweet, full of joy. But I could feel something empty within though I couldn't decipher it since she looked all happy to me. You know what they say, the happiest souls are the most tormented ones.

We get out of the school bus together chuckling over the last joke I made. I thought we would walk inside the school together but it didn't quite happen. While we were in the plot right in the school yard I could tell she was about to render me a tour. But then, she came. '' Laila, you are late! '' A girl shouts rigorously. I turned my gaze to observe her more accurately . She had worn black tights with a black long sleeved T-shirt. She also had boots, the black ones of course. I swear I couldn't see one pound of bare skin over her body. The only skin I see is of her head area. Besides the piercings, she also had a black choker strangled around her pale neck. Her hair was jet black with streaks of dark navy blue . Nothing was colorful among her. It was like the dark had bestowed upon her. The only colour I could see was of her eyes. Her eyes were sapphire blue. That was the only calm thing I found about her, eyes which can patently calm a storm. '' Ariel's looking for you. '' She didn't look at me once. It was like I was invisible to her. '' Are you coming? '' Laila stares at me and her eyes were telling me that she's sorry. '' Hey.. It's okay. I can find the way by myself. You should go. '' She shook her head and they both turn their feet to the other side and still that girl didn't bother to feel my existence. I was about to start my walk but my inbox pops a message buzzing my bag. I get my phone to check it. '' Sorry.. Can't meet. Football practice going on the entire day. '' A soft cloud of sadness covers my face making it gloomier. '' Great... I am alone. '' I murmur as I toss the phone inside my bag. I exhale the timid gas out of my lungs as I begin to start the journey , the life I have fantasized about every single night. My story as an ordinary teenager begins.