Lumai's Mind

Chapter 3: Honey, I'm Home!

one week later...

Life had become a new routine. I'd wake up, bang into something on the way out of my room, bathroom, breakfast with Mum, walk to school with Tyler, hang out with Tyler at breaks unless he was chilling with other friends (which I didn't mind), walk home with Tyler, do homework, free time and maybe make dinner with Mum.

Tyler still thought my name was Rickey which was hilarious, we had become close friends but I still enjoyed alone time and he had other friends too. In class we had finally moved onto new things so I was learning again.

I was spending more time with Mum even though she had longer hours and tried to help around the house more because she seemed tired. Dad was gone before we woke up and only arrived by our late dinners. He only small talked at meals, he was making no effect to bond with us and was becoming distant. Mum seemed sadder because of it. I tried to fill that gap and make her less lonely but I can't give her the same love and comfort a husband can.

It was Thursday today. Me and Tyler planned a sleepover this weekend at my house. Last weekend we couldn't because he was still unpacking and stuff but we still hung out around town. It's lunch and Tyler is playing handball with some guys while i'm drawing under the oak tree, musing my life's altering.

"What are you scribbling?" A unfamiliar voice asks condescendingly. I ignore them but can feel eyes burning holes in the back of my head. "Are you deaf? I asked you what you're trying to draw!"

"What does it matter to you?" I asked, i'm not in the mood for someone trying to improve their self worth by bringing mine down. Key word: trying.

"Your just wasting paper with whatever you're trying to do. You have no art skill." I could hear the smirk in they're voice. This idiot, i'm no artist but I like what i'm drawing and that's what counts.

"Well you better leave so you don't have to look at it then." I said trying to get rid of them because I honestly don't care what anyone else here thinks about me... except maybe Tyler and my mum.

"Uh, you rude bitch. I'm talking to you! Look at me!" I yawned and ignored them but then they grabbed my chin so I had to see her– for it was a her I was looking at. She was pretty, I guess, light brown hair, green eyes, natural tan. Now that I think about it, she looks familiar... I think she's in the same grade as me. "Listen to me now. Just because you think you ignored me and said some snarky cents doesn't entitle you; get off your high horse and take that stick out of your ass." she said coldly but I was too busy trying not to laugh at her double standards to notice her attempt at threatening me.

"Ok, first of all: don't touch me." I said grumpily and grabbed her wrist tightly, "Second: I'm minding my own business and have every right to unsubtly shake off a nuisance. Third: I'm not the one on a high horse, you are so take the stick out of your own butt. Lastly; fuck off, with this piece of advice, people like honest kindness better then spiky snarks." I smiled with sarcastic sympathy and pushed her away using her wrist.

She looked a bit upset but covered it up and flicker her hair over her shoulder. "Whatever." she tried to dismiss my scolding but you could here her voice waver as she considered something.

I rolled my eyes and continued drawing. It was decent but what mattered was I liked it and what it meant. Even if no one else saw it. A fox with feathered wings running through a galaxy along a path of leaves and music notes. Well that was the plan anyway, it's not done yet. It meant we can find freedom of where and who we are through nature and music. Also it was all my favourite things to draw; wings, foxes, galaxies, plants, meaningless meaning.

After school when me and Tyler were walking home he had been giving me weird looks and I got fed up. "Spit it out."

"What?"