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Here's a submission by Crystal P. from her story entitled "Remember Me"

This is the Prologue and Chapter 1 :) Enjoy!




I didn’t want love. I wasn’t looking for it, and I knew that I was never going to find it. Girls today, it just doesn’t feel right. Then again, I was only in ninth grade. I can’t make that decision yet.


They say that when you die, you can see a bright light that guides you to heaven. I hope that’s the case. I hope that all of whom I loved will be there waiting for me. I hope that I can watch over everyone I care about, like a guardian angel. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect place to be.


Chapter One



I swear, if I see one more sold sign on my front lawn, I’m going to go insane. My parents are high travelers. Some of my best friends are flight attendants. Life couldn’t be more complex. I wanted to settle down, to really get to know a place. To keep a solid address in my profile and never see an airplane again. I wanted a life.


“Mom?” I asked her as we got on the airplane to fly to Alberta. Oh yeah, sure is cold enough here. Why not move someplace even colder?

“Yes, dear?” she chirped as if the excitement completely overruled her.

“Will this be our last house? Are we staying there for good?”

She sighed as it drained. “Is that what you want?”

“More than anything!” I shouted a little too quickly.

“Oh,” she mumbled, “Well, I’ll talk to your dad.”

I sat down and gazed out the window. We were about to be flying through the clouds. The thought made me sick to my stomach. Ugh, I hate flying. I wanted to be on the ground, lying in the grass that’s swaying in the breeze. I wanted to go back to the east side of Canada where I could smell the salty ocean.

“Ethan, honey? What’s wrong, Don’t you like Alberta?”

“Well,” I hesitated with the truth. “It’s…beautiful.”

“Yes, isn’t it? We’ll be able to experience snow again. Isn’t that wonderful?” Oh, yeah, I forgot that part. Snow. You know, I don’t mean to be negative, but I truly hate snow. It’s cold and wet and messy.

Mom saw me smirk. “You don’t like snow.”

It was more of a statement than a question, but I shook my head anyways.

She frowned. “You’ll get over it. After you’ve got used to the snow, you’ll never want to leave, and I can guarantee that.”

I rolled my eyes and spoke no further words. The plane took off and it was minutes before I fell into slumber.


We landed in Calgary in a very short amount of time, surprisingly. Or, at least, it seemed short to me. The flight was at least four hours. I must have slept through most of it.

I couldn’t get my mind off the thought of never moving again, about staying in one place for more than a year, it was just too much.

Mom got the luggage while Dad looked around for the shuttle. We never bought a car before, we always use a taxi to get around. Finally, once we found the shuttle, we drove into the heart of the big city, where the scenery of big buildings and cranes made me flinch. This was a big city.

As we pulled up to the shuttle station, got into the taxi and drove up to our new house, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. As soon as we got in, I realized that it was 11:15 at night. Then I remembered that the people who sold this house to us had left all their furniture, appliances and pretty much everything behind, just like we always do. They must be travelers too.

Great, it’ll be like sleeping in a hotel tonight.

I walked into “my room” and almost fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow.


I got ready to go to my new school the next morning. Yes, we do settle down that fast. 

As the bus pulled up, I hesitated to go on. It was freezing, and I was uneasy about this school. Blauxen School. Sounds like some sort of a jail academy, where they beat you with sticks and teach you not to smile. In the middle of February, I wasn’t prepared to take it on.

It was February 11th, actually, so it was about three days until Valentine’s Day. Like I would have a chance at a valentine three days into a new school. Puh-leese. Who are we kidding here?

With no hope and fear of being alone, I walked onto the bus slowly. My bus driver, Emily, smiles at me. It would have been friendly, if she didn’t have that sinister, evil look plastered on her face. I flinched away and squeezed into a small seat and huddled close to the window to not draw attention to myself. It was really cold.

When I got to school, I went straight to the office to get my class schedule and map. I saw that I was running a bit late from the trip, and classes had already started. Oh, well, I was new. They just had to wait for me.

I scanned the map and finally found my way around towards room 206. Science.

Science was my greatest subject. I loved it. I always got really good marks in it. I was feeling pretty happy about this next class.

I open the door quietly, trying not to make a ruckus. The teacher was writing today’s assignment on the board.

“Welcome! You must be Ethan. Please do come in.” she said politely, and I smiled at her. At least she was nice.

“My name is Mrs. Saunders. You can take a seat over there by Elizabeth.” She pointed to the back of the classroom, and there was a long desk with one girl who sat alone. Regrettably, I stared.

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Ever, and I’ve seen a LOT of girls. Her eyes were highlighted by the makeup she wore, making her smiling gaze even more breathtaking. Her bright blonde hair was semi-long, flowing down to her shoulders in a gorgeous natural wave. Her smile tipped me off-balance, and I clung onto a desk to keep from falling hard.

“Ethan? Can you please take your seat now? We would like to begin.” Mrs. Saunders interrupted my thoughts and I blinked up at her.

“Yes, yes, sorry,” I mumbled awkwardly. Great. Nice impression.

I took my seat next to the girl named Elizabeth. I was shaking so hard that my hands had to be clamped onto my thighs.

The teacher started writing on the board again, so Elizabeth turned her head towards me and leaned in to whisper, “Hi. You’re Ethan, right?”

I felt her warm, minty breath sweep past my cheek. It made me shudder. “Uhm, yeah,” I whispered back. What the heck was I doing?

She grinned. “I’m Elizabeth, but everybody here calls me Lizzie, except for the teachers, of course. So feel free to call me that if you’d like.”

I felt red-hot. “Okay…” OHMIGOSH!!!!

She sat back in her chair right as the teacher started to speak. I felt so embarrassed. Why was I being so stupid??

Throughout the rest of the class, I sat in my seat, motionless. I knew that I liked this girl. But it was the first time I actually truly liked somebody, and I didn’t know how to respond to it. I was going to need some help with this.

The bell finally rang, and I could swear that I was the first one out. I felt bad, I didn’t want to make Lizzie think that I was trying to get away from her because of something she did. It was all me and my stupidity.

I rushed into the bathroom. There was a guy there, leaning against the wall, texting on his phone. I could tell with one glance, he was SO emo.

His black hair was long and it covered his face so that I couldn’t see it. He had one foot propped up on the wall behind him, and his legs were grasped tight with skinny jeans. His black hoodie completed the funny look.

He looked up to see who it was that entered the bathroom. He frowned when he didn’t recognize me. “Are you new here?”

“Yes.” I answered curtly.

“Oh. I figured. I know everybody who goes to this school.” He responded and looked back down at his phone only to start texting once again.

I hesitated. I had no friends, and I didn’t know anybody here. Who else was I going to stick around with? Myself? Not likely.

“Hey, you wanna hang out or something? I mean, it’s not like I know anyone here.”

He waited. He looked up at me, looked me over, then grinned. “Sure, man. I’m a loner myself. Like avoiding the big crowds. Dude, I can’t wait to get outta here and into High School. It’s gonna be dope.” He smiled down at his cell again, punched in a few words, then stuffed it into his pocket. “So, whatcha doin after class? I can show you around, if you want. It takes a while to get used to, but it’s not too big here. I’m sure you’ll be good.”

I smiled back at him. “Thanks, although I might not want to get too comfortable. Heaven forbid I stay in one place for more than a few months.” He giggled, and so did I.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked me. I was starting to wonder the exact same thing.

“Ethan. Yours?”

“Austen. Nice to meet ya, Ethan.” He held out a hand formally. I grabbed it and we shook like gentlemen. I so was not expecting this. I mean, this kid was emo, not the whole “slitting of the wrists and crying in a corner in fetal position” type of emo, but just the style. He was a punk. Yet he was so proper. This surprised me, and also made me feel a lot better inside. I didn’t want to make friends with some wannabe popular guys who get drunk every weekend and get stoned in the bathroom. I wasn’t that kind of person.

The bell rang suddenly to indicate the end of the break, which probably means mostly, “Get straight to your classrooms or you’ll be late, and we all know how well that will turn out…”

“Okay… Let’s get you going to your next class, which is…?” Austen said as he picked up his bag and raised his eyebrows in question.

I fumbled with my schedule and found right underneath the letters P.E. Crap. Gym class.

I groaned and mumbled, “Phys Ed.”

His eyes widened and his hand shot straight up for a high-five. “Awesome, dude! Same here!”

I smacked it reluctantly and turned towards the door. Clumsily, I stepped out into the hallway, where a flowing river of bodies engulfed the place. It was hard to see where to step.

Austen and I finally got through the crowd to get into the change rooms. We changed, got our stuff into a small (or rather tiny) locker, and headed into the gymnasium.

Our teacher, Mrs. Malino, was waiting there with the rest of the class. “Well, I assume you gentlemen have a good reason as to why you are late for my class?”

“Um, yeah, see, Ethan here is new, and, he-uh…needed some help finding his way around, y’know?” Austen said nervously.

She stared at me curiously, then went back to being serious. “Okay, don’t let it happen again, you hear? Welcome to our school, Ethan. It’s a pleasure to have you. Now, can we please get started? Grab a partner, and it must be girl/boy pairing. Make it fast!” She grabbed the whistle dangling from her neck and blew hard. It made me jump.

I looked around frantically, and Austen was already clinging to some chick I didn’t recognize. He pointed to her and mouthed the word ‘girlfriend’.

I nodded and stood there, frozen, terrified. I didn’t know what to do. How was I supposed to pair myself with a girl if I didn’t have a clue who anyone was?

“Ethan! You got a partner?” I stared back and forced my head to shake. She looked around and quickly came to a solution. “You can go with Miss Reid. Get to it!”

I rolled my eyes once she looked away. How the heck was I supposed to know who Miss Reid was?

I turned to where she pointed, and there she was, eyeing me curiously with that same cute, friendly smile I thought she would wear on her beautiful face forever. 



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