Remember Me

Chapter VIII

(A/N) Does anyone else get lag after about 1,500 words?

I wake to the sound of tapping on the window, a very annoying sound. I pull my pillow over my head to block it out. Five minutes later, I hear it again, except louder. I chuck my pillow across the room, get up, and look out the window. Pebbles are hitting the glass. Oh yeah. Nicholas lives next door, and the houses are only ten feet away from each other.

We used to have this system, since we woke up at the same time each day. Every morning we'd get up and stick a sheet of paper in the window. I slept through my alarm more often than he did, so this was a life saver for me. If he got up and didn't see the paper in my window, he'd throw small pebbles at my window until I woke up, since the annoying sound they made had a way of getting me up quickly. On other days, I would do the same for him. We never came up with a way of waking ourselves up if we were both late, though.

Nicholas is at his window pointing frantically at a watch, so I turn and look at my clock.

Shit. It's 6:54 and the bus gets here at 7:10. He must have been throwing rocks at my window for the last fifteen minutes! Talk about a loyal friend.

I nod and we both run from the window. Never one for being gentle, I kick Dawnflame and Blueflight to wake them up.

"Dafugwazzatfor," Blueflight says drowsily.

"For the fifteen minutes we have to get ready!" I answer. The three of us usually take much longer than that to start our day. For highly trained fighters, we're awfully slow in the morning.

Both of them jump up. They start getting dressed while I go downstairs to eat first, like I always do. On the table there's already a bowl of oatmeal, a glass of orange juice, and a note. It says:

In case you wake up late as usual!

~Lisa

P.S. We were out of Cheerios.

So she remembers my bad habits as well. A good thing, since I don't have time to make my own oatmeal. I eat the cereal and drink the juice as fast as I can, run upstairs, and brush my teeth. I change into dark jeans, a Doctor Who weeping angels t-shirt, a black leather jacket, my usual black combat boots, and gold hoop earrings. Luckily my hairstyle is supposed to look somewhat messy, so it doesn't take long to brush it, giving me more time to apply my makeup and put on my contacts to disguise myself. Blueflight, Dawnflame, and I are out the door at 7:09, where Nicholas is already waiting for us.

"Come on!" he urges, and the four of us run to the bus stop together. We arrive just as the bus is getting there.

We sit in the back, with Nicholas and I in one seat and Dawnflame and Blueflight in the one across from us. I forgot just how noisy it is here with the driver doing nothing to quiet everyone down.

"Hey," Nicholas says to the three of us as the students reach a new level of insanity. "Watch what I mastered over the last few months."

He whistles very loudly and everyone is silent for a moment before continuing their conversations at a lower volume.

Smirking, he says, "The first time I did that I made this five minute speech on how annoying they all are when they're screaming. Now, whenever I whistle, they get the idea."

"Nice," I say. "That must have been extremely useful on Friday afternoons."

The rest of the bus ride goes smoothly. At school we get off and head to our homerooms, where we split up.