PrologueI'm Not Good Enough For You
"I'm gonna miss you so much Cara."
I hugged my best friend and she started crying.
I smiled weakly and kissed her cheek.
"Cara, don't cry. I don't like seeing you cry. It hurts me to see you sad. I want you to be happy. Smile for me, come on, smile for me, one last time before I leave."
She tried but failed badly and kept crying.
"Gosh, sorry, that sounded like I was dying or something. Just please don't cry." I whispered.
She nodded and wiped her tears before giving me one last warm hug that I'd miss so much. I checked the time. Eleven. Crap, I need to go.
"B-bye. We'll Skype ok?"
Before I could answer, I heard a car honk and knew it was time to leave.
I put my bags in the car and stared out the window, watching every single house pass by.
I was definitely gonna miss this place.
I've lived here ever since I was a little baby. It was a nice, small town that was quiet and peaceful which I liked but now we were moving to a big, noisy city in England. London.
"Wake up." An old and deep male voice said.
My eyes shot open and my dad was glaring at me.
He pointed out the window and I saw a town filled with bright lights illuminating the dark night sky.
The plane landed safely and we got our baggages.
It was around midnight so I was feeling tired and sleeping on the plane had made my neck stiff and my back sore.
I followed my parents.
An old man smiled at us and waved. Who was he?
"Hello. It's nice to see you again. Patrick."
He shook my father's hand and gave my mother a small hug.
"Antonia. It's been a while. How are you darling?"
I stared at him, trying to remember who he was.
"To think you'd forget your own grandpa."
My eyes widened.
It couldn't be.
Last time, I saw him, he was broken, sad, no, depressed. He never talked to anyone and liked to drink a lot. He's changed. He looks much happier now.
"Grandpa!" "I've missed you." "I missed you too."
He ruffled my hair and I groaned, trying to fix it. He chuckled and got my baggage but I stopped him.
"It's fine Grandpa, I can do i-" "Come on Toni. Let me help you. For once, would you let me help you instead of the other way around?" I shrugged and let him be. "Thank you." I heard him mutter.
He put our stuff in his old black Mercedes. I smiled when I saw it. It reminded of when grandpa used to take me and drive around, showing me the forests and new places that I'd instantly love.
Grandpa opened the door and let us in.
This place still looked the same, even after ten whole years.
It smelled the same, looked the same but didn't feel the same.
Ever since she died, grandpa has been much more sad these days.
He's even tried to kill himself once but that was years ago.
Would he try it again? Probably. You never know.
"Here's your room. Settle down and I'll call you when dinner's ready."
I laid my clothes on the bed and opened the cupboard. The shirts will go here, the jeans there. The socks should be together with the underwear and bras, as for the shorts, they should be at the bottom since it's September and it's windy here.
"Antonia, darling. Dinner is ready." "Coming!" I shouted and ran down the stairs quickly.
The smell of the delicious and warm lasagne filled the house and made me drool. I sat down and my parents smiled at grandpa who put a piece on their plates.
Why couldn't they smile at me like that?
Grandpa gave me two pieces, knowing how much I love his food.
"So, Antonia. Are you excited about your new school?"
And as I heard those words, my entire body froze and I looked at my grandpa with my puppy eyes, just begging that he won't make me go tomorrow.
A/N: Ok, so shoutout to my friend, Megan, who gave me the ideas to write this new story. :) Thanks for being so patient. Hope you liked this chapter. Well love you guys xxx ChokolatLover