The Wind Under Our Wings

#2

School was this morning. I got up, got dressed, and got ready for school. I put on my black leggings, tank top and scarf as usual and quickly rolled a pair of socks on. I looked in the mirror, seeing myself so drained, so tired, it almost made me want to ask my mom if I could stay home.
But I knew I needed to do this.

Face it, and get over it.

I looked around my room before leaving, just to make sure I didn't forget anything.
Realizing I hadn't, I walked out the door and closed it behind me.

I walked down the stairs. When I came close to the kitchen I stopped, put on a positive smile to impress her and continued.

I just have to make it 20 more steps. 20 more steps and I'll be fine again.
I stepped into the kitchen, telling myself this, I saw my mother.

She was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, like always.

Sometimes I wished that she would pay attention to me, and love me, but I know that would never happen.
Only my dad spent any time with me. He spent lots of time with me actually.

The sunlight coming in from the window was shining on the newspaper the woman in front of me was holding. Her glasses pushed down on her nose, the look of, perfectionism, smiling over her face.

I kept walking.

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"Your not even going to say hello to your mother I see," I heard the familiar voice of my mother. Guilting me. How like her, to ruin another morning by opening her mouth. "Even if I am focused on the newspaper, does not mean I cannot see what is going on around me."

"Good morning mother." I said, cleary signing throughout it.

"That's better," she put the newspaper down on the table and walked over to me, "how's my sweet little baby girl doing this morning?" She said in a nauseating baby voice.

"Oh please mother," I swatted her hands away from my face, a face of disgust and anger, "we both know that you don't really care about me, why don't you just go back to reading the paper and forget about me for awhile." The words came out harsh and strong.

"Now, now, that's no why to talk to your mother," her face showed how displeased she was with how I turned out. The 'runt' if you will, of her perfect family. The family she had worked so hard to keep perfect, for as long as I can remember.

"I have to go to school," I said as I turned away from her and out of the kitchen, "I can't be late again today."

She turned and sat back in her chair, brushing out any wrinkles that could be formed on the back of her skirt as she sat down.

I walked out of the house door. Only looking back for a second to see no one in the window waving goodbye to me.

I turned around and continued walking down the street to where my school was.

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School ended that day and it seemed to go by quicker that usual. It was a good day and nothing bad had happened.

I was happy, and I skipped down the sidewalk towards my house.
Wait, my house, great, well that just ruined my happy feeling.

I continued walking, less happily and enthusiastic as before though.

A few blocks down I could see someone sitting on the sidewalk, crying and alone.

As I walked closer I saw that it was a boy, around my age,
what should I do? Should I ask him if he's alright, o-or should I just keep walking? No, that would b-be rude.

I walked closer until I was only across the sidewalk from him.

"H-hello." I managed to stammer out.

"Hi." I could tell he sniffled back some tears.

"Are y-you alright?" I asked sounding concerned.

"Yeah, uh, what, what time is it?"
I jumped to reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone and checked the time.

"It's 3:58, there s-somewhere you need to be?" My hands shot up to my mouth, covering it in self horror, "oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, t-that was very r-rude of me, and n-nosy of m-me t-to a-a-ask!"

He must have thought that was funny because he chuckled.

"No-no it's fine."He said, standing up. He was taller than me, not by much, but still abit taller I noticed.

"M-my name is Lily Amador," I paused, "w-what's yours?"

"Sebastian." He said brushing some tears off his face. Why didn't he say his last name? Oh ! He must be one of those boys, the kind of boys you should feel privileged to talk to, to even be in their presence.
And to be honest. I was feeling abit pressured and stressed.

"Well, nice meeting you, Sebastian!"

"You as well," I turned to walk away, until he caught me by my arm, I spun around, shocked, my eyes full of confusion and fear. But his hands were gentle on me, as if he were holding a delicate flower or china. "Thanks for cheering me up. It was nice. Hey, maybe I'll see you around sometime."
He returned his hand to his pocket and pulled something out. Then quickly wrote something on it and handed it to me. Giving me a quick smile before turning and walking away.

My jittering hands tried their best to open them folded piece of paper. As I looked into it, I noticed a phone number.

Did he just give me, Lily Amador, a shy girl, no 'thee' shy girl his phone number?!

I could have screamed at that very moment, but I realized that, that boy, Sebastian, could still be close enough to hear me.

So I continued to walk happily down the sidewalk to my house, entering through the back door as not to have to deal with my mother.

I went up to my room like I always do and hoped on my bed, pulling out my phone and the piece of paper I got from Sebastian.

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