HIS SIDE:
"Mikael, Don't forget your lunch!" a woman in her mid-30's appear from behind the teenager. She was holding the lunch box that she had prepare for her son.
"Thank you Mom, you're such a savior," the young teen replied cheerfully, as he finished tying up his shoelaces before turning towards her.
Seeing the lunchbox that his mom prepared for him, he stood up, took the lunchbox, and mumbled another thanks which the his mom acknowledge with a nod. Suddenly, a man on his forties emerged from behind him. "Buddy, your bike is parked outside, already built in with new tires. Those old ones were pretty worn out from all the biking you've done during summer." he said, still holding a wrench in his hand, a clear sign of his recent tinkering in the backyard garage.
Dean's emerald eyes caught on his son's neatly combed hair. A chuckle escaped his lips and before he could resist, he reached out and ruffled it playfully. His ginger-haired wife, Laura, shot him a scornful look.
"Dad, you know how much Mom hates it when you mess up my hair," Mikael stated mockingly, giving his dad a you-deserved-it-look that instantly made his father regret messing with his hairstyle.
"I'm just trying to make you look like your age, son. Sixteen years old, not ten. Laura not gonna lie he looks awf-," Dean started, but was cut off mid-sentence by a well-aimed slipper that was launched by his wife Laura. It smacked him right in the face, which made him groan in pain."Not a word, Dean," Laura said, her voice laced with mock anger.
She then waved to their son to come closer and planted a kiss on his forehead. "Have a good day in class, honey."
Dean who's still rubbing his right cheek where the slipper landed mumbled a goodbye as his son walked out the door.
A low chuckle escaped Mikael as he walked towards his bike parked under the shade of a tall bougainvillea tree just beside the 6-foot tall red wrought-iron gate. Mikael open the rusty gate, the creaking sound echoed in the air, hinting how old the gate already is. With a final goodbye wave to his parents, the ginger-haired teen hopped on his bike and rode off.
High, sunlit clouds drifted across a clear blue sky, casting a positive vibe. The young man pedaled steadily, feeling the warm, yet comfortable wind brush his skin.
As he cruised along, he spotted a newly opened bakery across the street. The irresistible aroma of freshly baked bread filled his senses."Well gotta tell mom about this new bakery establishment in the neighbourhood later," Mikael uttered to himself while thinking about what her mom would feel as she hears the news about the new store.
Looking ahead, Mikael spotted two familiar figures a few meters away. He picked up his pace, pedaling faster to catch up.
"Yesha! Lawrence! Wait up!" Mikael called out, his voice ringing clearly in the air. The couple turned around, smiles are evident on their faces as they recognized their childhood friend approaching.
"Darling, he's going to trip," the blond haired female said alarmingly as she saw a small bump that is few feet near the post that they are standing in.
"Mikael, slow down!" The chestnut-haired man called out, spotting the approaching bicycle. His warning seemed to come too late as Mikael already hit a bump, causing his bike to wobble dangerously. For a terrifying moment, it looked like he might lose control, but with a quick jerk on the handlebars, he righted his posture just in time.
The couple then let out a sigh as they saw the comical event that happens before them, giving the ginger-haired male the we-told-you-so look. "Well, that was a close one," Mikael admitted with an awkward laugh, steering his bike to the side and dismounting.
Yesha glanced at her watch, a glint of urgency crossing her face. She nudged the two males in front of her and started walking quickly. She motioned for the two boys to follow her lead, Mikael now trailing alongside the couple with his bike on his side, pushing it by the handlebars as they continued their walk towards the high school grounds.
"Almost forgot," Yesha said, stopping at the school gates. "The council secretary emailed me last night. We have a new transfer student today and apparently she's in ninth grade. Mikael, you're on escort duty." she glanced at the young man with emerald eyes beside her as she give him the instruction.
They all stood for a moment, watching the horde of students flood through the wide-open gates. A massive, old mahogany tree loomed behind the guardhouse, casting a cool shade at the school entrance.
"Alright, let's get going, Mikael! Mrs. Genevieve might be waiting for us to pick up the transferee student. Also, before I forget," she said, glancing at his partner who's standing right behind her.
"See you at lunch, darling! Love you!" Yesha chirped, giving Lawrence goodbye kiss on his cheeks that left him blushing furiously.
Mikael giggled at the display of affection between his childhood friend. Seeing Yesha head towards the school administration building, Mikael quickly followed suit.
HER SIDE:
The shuttering sound of Gracie's camera filled her ears as she panned across the campus, capturing its beauty. Intrigued, she marveled at how the old buildings in her new school retained a quite picturesque charm. A laugh escapes from her mouth as she realize her childlike behaviour is slightly showing. Tucking the camera back into her bag, she quickly strode towards the admin building.
Gracie stood in front of the wooden door, her gaze focused on the "Admin Office" sign above. Taking a deep breath, she knocks three times and not so long a woman's voice called out from inside the office and told her to come in.
As Gracie pushed open the door, the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit her senses. Looking around the office, a blonde lady stood there, greeting her with a warm smile as shew went inside the room.
"Good morning! Are you Gracie Braus?" the woman inquired, her welcoming tone instantly putting the teenager at ease. "Please have a seat."
The young woman nodded in response and mumbled thanks to the lady as she offered her a seat. She sat down gracefully, sinking into the soft comfort of the green L-shaped couch. The lady, who appeared to be in her mid-thirties, rummaged through her table looking for something.
While waiting, Gracie couldn't help but examine her feature. The lady has a tanned-colored skin and a neatly tied blonde hair. A cerulean eyes peeked through her vintage and round glasses that is resting right above her upturned nose.
"Well, young lady," the woman smiled, "You can call me Mrs. Genevieve. Here's your class schedule for the first semester. I've also arranged for some ninth-grade representative to help you navigate to your classes." Mrs. Genevieve said, approaching the teenager and handing her the form.
Gracie, the black-haired teen, lowered her gaze to the paper, accepting it with a respectful nod towards the woman in front of her. While glancing at the schedule form that she received, a sudden consecutive knocks can be heard from the door, catching the attention of the two female inside the office.
"Looks like they're here," Mrs. Genevieve said, her eyes now looking at the Gracie, whose gaze had already darted towards the door.
YOU ARE READING
Love on Lockdown
Romance"Soulmates? Love? Sounds like a cruel joke," she huffed, a pang of pain is clearly evident in her voice as the words and questions escapes her mouth. Later then she had pledged to never believe in love and commitment for the reason that she's now a...
