The day after Eddie's party, Solis woke up groggily for school. The beams of light shone through the sheer curtains, meeting her closed eyes and forcing her awake— for a moment she realized why she was named after the sunlight. Harsh, bright and dangerous if you had too much.
Looking at her phone, she saw she was already late for school and remembered what Mr. Healy said yesterday. She thought about how she didn't attend his detention, and thought it would be better not to even go to his class at all.
Through her bedroom wall she could hear the tv playing loudly from her dad's room, some cop show was on.
Solis knew he couldn't care less about whether her or Nero showed up to school at all, never mind on time. Only a part of her cared, only a part of her wished he would come in and wake her up in the mornings to make sure she was there. But he didn't, and she couldn't fret over it because daydreams are never reality.
Turning on the shower, she let the cold water run, disappointed when it seemed like the water heater was broken again. She looked at her phone one last time before stepping in— no texts from her friends or her brother asking if she were okay, just great.
It was selfish, Solis knew that, but she wished someone bothered to ask her how she was or notice her absence when she wasn't there. Nero wasn't as bad as her friends, but still, he was so caught up with the concept of being detached from civilization—alone— that he often neglected to look after her sister.
He had to play this roll, this vigilante, otherwise the world didn't seem quite right to him. The only time he ever "protected" her was when he could beat someone up for it, it was kind of sick.
As Solis got ready for school, drinking a glass of water at the kitchen sink, Brenda walked in the front door with her set of keys. It was her dads at home nurse. "Oh, Solis?" She questioned uncertain. "Shouldn't you be at school?"
Solis nodded, putting the glass into the sink, "yeah, I slept in. I'm about to go now though, don't worry," she comforted the adult, so she wouldn't have a guilty conscience about a teenager playing hooky.
"Well before you go, maybe you'd like a muffin?" She said, taking out a tuber ware container from her bag. "I made some breakfast for your dad, but you know he never eats."
The girl nodded, gratefully, taking a muffin on her way out the door and waving goodbye to the kind nurse that had grown to care about the two Hodes children now. They were seriously lacking guidance.
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When Solis finally made her way through the front doors, and picked up her late pass in the attendance office, she shuffled off to her art class. Now, let it be known that Solis didn't want to take art. But the music elective was so full— from all those stupid band geeks that got priority, that she had to take the next best thing... art.
