Back In The Days

[Traceve]

omfg.......Claire

Is Claire going to get the massive pay back she deserves? I will go there myself and kill her talk to her!

[Psycho_Sis]

LMAO! thanks a lot guys hahahaa

[SfanS]

hehehe. I just killed Clare!! No, just kidding. I was thinking about it though. She's a B****!!!! Will Tracey take Peter back? Aw, I was laughing my head off when pete was drunk, it was so damn hilarious!

[swfc]

Peter being drunk was probably the best part because it was the only hillarious part. Him and his face all red and mumbling rubbish/truth is just

Update soon, Rachel

[SfanS]

oops! Is your name Rachel? When I said Rachel is such anerd, i didn't mean you, incase you didn't get that, LOL!

[swfc]

I think she knows what you mean, SfanS I totally agree that Rachel is a total nerd.

[SfanS]

Okay, good. Just making sure. The funny thing is, although I called Rachel a mnerd, she's my favourite character now. But she sounds kind of immature, coz she's always acting like people used to in my class when I was in yr 4!!! Like saying ' Oh be quiet!!!!!" How old are they supposed to be, anyway, non-character rachel?

[Psycho_Sis]

14/15 i suppose lol

[~Rosey~]

I'm a new reader of this

I love it.

Please update soon hun

xx

[Psycho_Sis]

Next Part:

Waking up as if nothing had happened at all, Tracey's eyes creaked open and she lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Crying through the whole night like she had, had really cleared her head, and helped a lot. She felt so much better, and the fact that Peter hadn't purposely gotten drunk and kissed Clare, awakened her up completely with happiness and immediately she felt good all over. But at the sametime, guilty for giving the impression that Peter and her were over.

Feeling the need to call him, she rolled over in bed to her bedside table, and glanced at the alarm clock. 11:00am. Peter should be awake, she thought.

Reaching for the phone and dragging her body into a sitting position, she dialed Peter's number in anxiously and held the phone to her ear.

"Ugh...hello?" his scratchy voice greeted her.

"Hey Pete- are you alright?"

"Massive headache...listen, Trace, I'm sorry for-"

"No no I'll do the talking. Thats why i called. Im so sorry i gave the impression that I'd dump you, but- i've thought it through- and i realised it wasn't your fault. I forgive you Pete- for everything. I just don't want to lose you." Tracey gripped the phone, anxiously.

"Yeah its fine- I mean, we're fine. Lets put it behind. I dont wanna lose you either."

If Tracey wasn't so tangled up in her bedsheets, she would have tumbled out of bed in joy and screamed her head off until she lost her voice and her mother spanked her with shock.

"Okay! Good to hear Pete! How 'bout we settle it in town today- lets say around 1?"

Tracey's heart beat super quickly.

"Yeah- sure, why not? I'll be there."

Sighing and saying goodbye, she hung up.

At 12:30, her mother, coming home from work, had received Tracey's request for a ride into town, left as soon as she arrived.

Tracey adjusted her seatbelt and smoothened her hair down for the hundrenth time that day.

This time, she was wearing something to cover up her legs.

"Excited?" her mother said, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Sure." Tracey reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of gum.

Tossing it into her mouth freely and chewing away, she dropped into her seat comfortably and and stared out the window.

"Could you stop chewing like a cow?" her mother said with shock.

Tracey burst out laughing.

Shutting her mouth and chewing quietly, she watched the trees go by in a green blur. The blue skies and bright sun told her it would be a lovely day.

Dropping Tracey off by the expensive clothing store where she had promised to meet Pete via txt, her mother kissed her goodbye the car drove out of sight. The warm sunny breeze blew past her, creating a warm sensation onto her body, through her three-quarter sleeve top.

Tracey, looking at her left, noticed Peter approaching.

Skipping up to him and throwing her arms around him, the both of them embraced for a short while. Witnesses walked by and smiled sweetly at them.

Burying her head in Pete's shoulder, Tracey sighed heavily. The warm smell of his aftershave greeting her nose.

"I'm sorry Tracey- I really am." Pete kissed the top of her head and broke away from the hug.

Taking a choice to start walking, he reached for her hand and they began to walk smoothly through the busy city streets.

"Don't worry Peter- like I said, I take it all back."

Peter smiled and exhaled. "I will never let you go."

She tugged at his hand in reply.

Sitting down for a hot chocolate , the both of them settled quietly in their seats.

'What happened after your dad brang you home after the party?" Tracey said, picking up from their conversation before Pete had ordered their steaming beverages.

'Well- he was pretty mad, as you'd expect him to be," Peter explained. "He totally banned me from going out unless it was with you. You know how my dad and your mum are pretty good friends so he knows how trust-worthy you are."

Tracey blushed and her heart spread with warmness. "Thats so sweet of him," she said, looking up to watch the waitress carry their hot chocolates over.

"Yep- I'm grateful. Id be miserable without you."

She reached for his hand and gave it a happy squeeze.

Smiling at her and thanking the lady for the drinks, Peter used his other hand to lift his cup. Tracey did the same.

Bringing the cup rim to her lips, Tracey asked, "So what happened with Clare? Didn't your dad tell her off?"

"Yep. He did. Florence was gone before he could have a go at her, unfortunately. He confronted her mother and now she's grounded for a month."

Tracey smiled darkly. "Well, I sure hope she's learned a valuable lesson. All that trouble to get you back and she hasn't earned anything but trouble. She really should back off."

Peter nodded in agree. "She should just go out with that lousy John."

Tracey's teeth clenched with fright and the cup shook in her hand. Small splashes of hot cocoa jumped from the edge of the cup and splattered onto the table.

Lowering his eyes to the drops and then back up at Tracey, he looked at her. "Are you ok? Sorry Tracey- I-"

"That's okay. I'm going to Mrs Fletcher, first thing on Monday."

Leaning over and planting a soft kiss on Tracey's cheek, told her that he agreed with her. "Do you want me to come along?"

"Sure."

Once they had finished their hot chocolates, and walking around town in a haze of true love, the two of them decided it would be best to start getting back home. They had spent three hours together and Tracey's mother had sent a txt message to her, asking her to come home.

Peter agreed with it. "Dad'll get pissed off. But yeah I should go too."

Locking fingers together and embracing in a passionate kiss, both of them felt great to be with each other again, but gutted at the fact they had to go home.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Peter turned around and threw a backwards wave at her.

"Okay- you too. Take care!" Tracey hollered back.

Tracey entered the train station and made her way toward the train that would roar past her house.

Pulling out a five dollar note, she was certain it was enough to get her home.

It was. Paying the train conductor and sitting herself comfortably in a seat near the back, she pulled her bag off and set it on her lap.

Beep beep! her phone vibrated unexpectedly on her lap.

Zipping her bag open and entering the message menu on her phone, she noticed the txt was from Peter.

Opening it anxiously, the blue light from her screen turned her face a-glow.

"Love you sweety. Today was awesome. Might catch up sometime soon- see you at school. x0x0."

Sighing and dropping her phone back into her bag, Tracey looked out the window, at the train station tunnel walls.

The train made a short scraping noise from the tracks and the doors beeped shut.

Dragging her restless body home, Tracey bounded into the door and collapsed on the couch.

It had been awfully hot outside whilst she was walking home from the station, and her eye shadow had begun melting off. Her eyeliner was smudging, also.

Groaning and pulling herself up, Tracey trambled into the kitchen and pulled an ice block out of the freezer.

It was nearly finished before 2 minutes. The heat was becoming unbearable. It was 4:30pm and the sun was frying her, even inside her house which had always, remained cool inside.

Tossing the ice block stick into the rubbish bin, she threw her handbag off onto the bench and fanned herself rapidly. If she did get any hotter, she would, at that moment, without any hesistation, toss every single piece of clothing off and roll around on the polished floor, rapidly.

A cool shower wouldn't do any harm, she thought pleasantly.

Hopping out freshly of the bathroom and wearing short-shorts and a boob tube- Tracey felt a bit less-heated and the temperature had lowered a bit.

"Yes yes," Tracey said, soothingly.

Slapping hunks of sun screen onto her body, she made her way outside, and the heat met her skin again. The cool feel of the thick cream on herself made her feel a wee bit better.

She thought she might drop by at Zoe's house, as they seemed to live pretty close to each other.

So, slipping some sandals on by the deck, she decided it would be better to check the mailbox before she left. Her parents were both out together so she guessed it wouldnt hurt if she went out for a few minutes or so.

Flipping the letterbox flap open, she gasped and bounced back in shock as the body of a bird dropped out along with a pile of letters. A nasty looking pin had been drawn in the centre of its heart.

And there was a note attached to the pin.

Shakily tapping the bird with her foot, its rolling over motion and stillness told her instantly it was already dead. Not the least bit alive.

She bent over, pulled the note up anxiously, bringing it up to her face.

Pulling it open in shock, the letter clearly said:

"See what it's like to have your heart BROKEN?? Next time, it wont be an animal."