Does she know if we're gonna fall

Chapter 5

DAPHNEE

Thursday 28 October 8:00 AM

I turn off my alarm clock, and leave my room to go to the bathroom.

I then head to the kitchen.

"Hi."

"Hey, slept well?" Lennon asks. "I did too much, do you want some?" He hands me the pan.

"Why not, thanks." I sit.

"So...You're in the band?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"Great."

A few minutes pass and he speaks again. "Sorry for yesterday, Hermes have lot of problems and-"

"You don't have to explain, I understand." His hand is touching the back of his neck.

"Don't worry, I'm used to April. She has done stuff like this before."

He nods.

"Do you have class this morning?" I ask curiously.

"No, only this afternoon."

"You wake up early."

"Yeah, I like mornings. It's quiet and I can go run."

APRIL
4 years ago

I enter the living room, taking a deep breath.

Everyone is sitting at the table, smiling.

Like every fucking day, everyone acts like everything is fine.

I'm tired of this shit.

I take my chair and sit.

"How was your day honey?" Mom asks May.

"Fine." She replies, with a smile on her face.

"And you?" My mom turns towards me.

I definitely don't want to answer. What kind of question is that? She already knowsthe answer, what's the point of talking to end up saying nothing. This conversation will lead us to nothing.

I shrug as an answer.

"C'mon, tell us." She insists, smiling, trying to look like she cares. "What about Daphnée? You're still friends with her? She seems nice."

"Yeah, she is." I respond, my gaze fixed on my dish and playing with my food.

I'm not hungry at all.

"How is she doing?"

"Good."

"That's all? Tell us more... How is her family doing? What about school?" May suddenly says.

Cunt.

She knows exactly what she's doing.

Daph lives with her father.

Everyone is looking at me, waiting for an answer.

I feel overwhelmed.

It feels more like a police interrogation than a family dinner.

"Hum... She has good grades."

I shouldn't have said that, fuck.

"And you?" Mom intervenes.

Here we go...

May did it on purpose. She knew that mom would ask this. Why did I even bring the grades in the conversation?

"Hmm... I got 14 out of 20 in SVT."