Open up again || Mick Schumacher

8 - Study day

Saturday. Chicago, Illinois.

I sat at the desk in my room studying. I had missed some school days, due to participating in my brothers podcast and being a reporter at the Miami Grand Prix. I sighed as I watched the big heap laying in front of me with different school assignments. I had one math chapter to catch up, one French exam around the corner which I hadn't studied for yet and and a journalism essay which had to be submitted on Monday.

I sighed again, I really couldn't cope with everything. It wasn't only school who were on my mind. Last weekend, the fact I was just an extra and it was an one-time experience. Though, above all, the text message from my ex and the way I lost it completely with pouring alcohol into my body like there were no tomorrow.

The last days had been tough, since all I could think of was what could have happened if Mick hadn't found me at the bar. Anybody, could've just carried me away. That's how drunk I was. The thought of which dangerous situation, I had put myself in took over my body, and caused me to flinch, just like you do when it's cold outside.

That morning after, when I woke up in Mick's room I had been abnormally calm. Of course I panicked a little bit, though Mick had in some way made me feel safe. During that hole day and the flight back home, I had, had a calmness in my body. Probably, since I was still shocked about everything happening the night before.

It was when I entered the student apartment here in Chicago the shock settled. And in that moment I realized what had really happened, during the last 24 hours. A wave of everything had washed over me, as the tears had started to stream down my face in the hall.

My brother had drove the 2 hours and 48 minutes from Indianapolis to Chicago to pick me up at the airport. When life was though, he were the one I called, he were the one I talked to. So he knew I probably needed him, when I got home from Miami 6 days ago. And he was right. That evening when I arrived in Chicago, I cried for hours in his lap. I couldn't stop them. They just streamed down. Supposedly, it was then and there all feelings came out, because I not only cried due to the fact I had been very very drunk. Also due to the message from my ex and the feelings and memories who came back. A little piece of me were as well sad because this hole reporter thing, only were a jump-in.

Despite the text message and the alcohol, Miami Grand Prix and being a reporter had been the best thing happening in my life so far. The joy of experience your dream was a feeling I'd never felt before. I had only been truly happy, truly delightful during the weekend, which hadn't been a common thing in my life the past year. My ex and to heal, had taken up my mind during the year, which hadn't been a dance on roses, many times.

"C'mon Alice, you need to focus now", I said to myself with a angry tone as my thoughts had wandered of on last weekend the third time in 20 minutes. I had been sitting with the math for an hour, yet not finishing a single task.

I switched to the French instead, to get a break and think of something else. Though, it didn't help. 30 minutes later, and I hadn't got anything into my mind. I frustrated looked out of the window next to the desk. The view of the Chicago traffic meeting my eyes, didn't make it better. Seeing cars all over the place, let to even more irritation.

When I was just about to let out a big sigh, the door to my room opened and in walked Noah, having a huge smile on his face as he were holding a box with 24 Coca Cola jars.

"So here's where your hiding when we arrive. C'mon we need to get pumped for the Indy Car race, who starts in an hour...", Noah smirked referring we to him, Jacob and Olivia, before he held up the box of jars in his hands and smiled:

"I didn't bring any wine this time since, yeah you know, since last weekend. So it got to be some Coca Cola. Hope that's okey haha. It's your favorite soda right?"