Shelby's POV
My name is Shelby Bane. I was born in Baton Rouge, LA. We moved to New Orleans when I was 2 years old. At the moment I am 17. My 18th birthday is 2 weeks away.
I'm currently 5 ft 4 in, long sandy blonde hair, slender build, I don't think I'm anything special. I'm pretty simple. I'm ok in the looks department, I'm not Vogue worthy but I'm not put a bag over your head type either.
Except my eyes. They are large and gray in color. Apparently, that is rare and everyone compliments me on them. They change color so easily, depending on my mood and what I wear, the green and blue come forth differently. They are my dad's eyes. They are the only thing I have from him I can keep forever.
Whenever I miss him too much or I need to find peace, I go to the mirror and stare at my eyes. It makes me feel as if I'm still connected to him and he's here with me.
The reason we moved was because my dad had a job relocation he had to do. (Huge pay raise and new title)
When I was 8 years old my dad had a horrible car accident. He was in the ICU for 4 days before he couldn't fight anymore. I never saw him again after he kissed me goodbye that morning on that horrible day. I was too young to go to the ICU. Plus, my mom didnt want me to see him like that. I'm glad because I couldn't have handled it. I would've seen him like that in my mind over and over for the rest of my life. I wouldn't want that to be my last memory of him. And for that, I am grateful toward my mom.
After that my mom pretty much lost all the light and life in her eyes. She spent a couple of weeks after his funeral in a drunken daze. I had to go live with my uncle and aunt.
My mom had to go into a facility to get off alcohol and see counseling. We weren't rich but we were very comfortable when dad was alive. Once my dad passed our worlds were flipped, turned upside down and never went back to the way they were.
Mom met Tony when I was 14 years old. The worst mistake she ever made ... EVER. He begain taking his anger out on me when I was 15 years old.
In 3rd grade a new boy came to school. I was so smitten with him. I slowly built a friendship with him. I noticed that he wasn't like other guys. Something was different. I can't quite put my finger on it.
We are currently 6 mths away from graduating. I've got my hopes up.
--- It's so nerve-racking the closer it gets. I have a strong feeling for some reason. Will he ask me out?---