Downtown In San Francisco

Chapter 3

For some reason, I wanted to wake up to the aroma of my mom's cooking. She used to cook a lot and usually made me her tester, that is, before Dad left. I don't know what happened to him. Mom told me he had died in a car accident, but I could swear on my life that he didn't use the car the day he went missing. Even if he did, he was a cautious driver and would often tell me about safety regulations, the signs I'm meant to follow and every thing I'll need to know before getting a drivers license. I honestly felt that mom was hiding something from me, but maybe that was just her way of grieving his death. It still haunts me though, and seeing Mom disappear is giving me déjà vu.

I then remembered that the letter was the last thing I had from mom. And I could at least keep that, in case I never see her again, just incase.

  I went downstairs and found a really messy living room. There were boxes everywhere, some of which I had only partially unpacked, leaving the remaining things either on the floor or the couch. I internally groaned after remembering that I never really cleaned up afterwards. 

The whole place was a disaster, there was no way I was going to find the letter. I had no idea where I had dropped it. It was already eight, and I still wasn't even ready, I hoped Caleb had been joking when he said he'd leave me if I wasn't there early because I had absolutely no clue how to get to school, I don't even remember the name of the school.

I skipped clearing up since there's no one to make me clean up, which I giggle evilly to myself and rush back upstairs to take a quick shower, brush my teeth and put on a worthy first day outfit paired with a converse, obviously.

I took a quick cereal and grabbed my already packed bag. It was already twenty minutes past eight, which was not so early. I practically sprint to his house, and I hate to admit it but he was totally right, that hill was so flipping steep. I thought I was gonna fall so many times, thanks a lot mom, not only do I have to live alone in a deserted looking house, which isn't a bad, but now I have to walk up and down a really steep heel.

I groan at the thought while still sprinting towards Caleb's house. I was so focused on the thought of sprinting everyday that I didn't realize I was running to fast and couldn't stop myself. I tripped over a stone and was about to hit the strong gravel but instead someone catches me in their arms and I'm hit with a familiar scent of cedarwood and mint, not that I memorized his cologne or anything like that , but I just know it's Caleb.

I look up still in his arms and see a smug smirk on his face.

' I told you the hill was sleek as fuck' he says dropping me when I was clearly not balanced enough.

' You're late' his smirk was now replaced with a scowl. Talk about bipolar much.

' I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that' I say finally getting up.

' My mom just drove Annie to school, and Micah's at work. So I guess you'll have to meet them after school.' he says going to his car and motioning me to go to the front seat

' who are they?' I ask ignoring his gesture and sliding into the back seat.

'Annie's my 13 yr old sister and Micah's 25.' he says rolling his eyes at my ignorance.

' well I hope they don't have the same attitude as you' I try mumbling

' I heard that!' he blurts as he starts the car.

'whatever' I mumble. I guess Caleb isn't too bad when you get to know him. Yes he can be a jerk at times even if I literally just met him yesterday, but I guess knowing him better might make him less of a jerk than he already is.