All about Ginny

4

I am woken up by my morning alarm. I lift my head and reach out onto my bedside table to turn it off. I let my head fall back on my pillow and pull the duvet over my head.

Just a few more minutes.

I don't want to go to school today, I really don't but I have to. My mom kept saying it would help me set my mind off 'things' and that I couldn't just lay in bed for three days straight hoping all the problems were going to go away.

She said 'things' like it was taboo to just say that Ginny and her little brother have been missing for five days now and we haven't heard anything from them. Because of that, everyone around me has been in some depressed state, plus I can't seem to get that evening with Marcus out of my head. His angry and at the same time sad face keeps coming back in my head.

I wonder if he will be at school today.

Wednesday, it's the first school day of the week since we got two days off. We have it every year this time around but I think everyone really needed it this time. Especially Norah, Max, and Abby. From what I've heard they have not been very well the last few days.

I take my phone that I left on my bed and take my backpack off the floor to head downstairs.

I take my time going down the stairs and strolling towards the kitchen. I guess I don't really care if I am late anymore. Before everything happened I always used to hurry to be on time, I even skipped breakfast sometimes. But now I don't have the energy to worry about that stuff.

My dad is downstairs sitting at the kitchen table drinking his morning coffee and reading today's newspaper. Mom has probably gone to work already.

"Morning," I say walking up to the fridge.

"Morning son," he says, looking up from the newspaper.

I open the fridge and take out the carton of orange juice. After taking a glass out of one of the cupboards and putting my backpack next to the table, I take a seat at the table in front of my dad.

Seeing him sit like that with his coffee and newspaper he seems the most peaceful man alive.

I have always looked at him like that, always looked up at him. He seems so down to earth, enjoying the little things in life, just enjoying existing.

That is nothing like me right now. I would do anything to take a time-out from the earth right now.

I put my empty glass in the sink and pick up my backpack, ready to head out.

"Hunter," my dad calls.

I turn around to see him put down the newspaper and stand up.

"I wish you a good day today, son. And I really hope you find your happiness again, it makes me sad seeing you like this," He says walking towards me, pulling me in for a hug.

He isn't normally the type to hug but I appreciate him trying to comfort me.

"Thanks, dad. And I will, hopefully," I say in response, hugging him back.

I close the front door behind me and make my way down the three little steps.

I take one last deep breath before I start walking on the sidewalk.

This is going to be a very long day.

I am in my second class of the day and I haven't listened to one thing the teacher has been saying. My head has been everywhere else but school.

When I walked into school I walked past Max and Norah. They looked my way and gave me a little smile, which I returned. They didn't look very happy but at least they came to school. I wonder if Abby came to school too or if she's doing okay.