Waiting.
That's what I had been doing the whole morning. As I sat up in bed, I read the scarlet, blinking lights coming from the alarm clock on my dresser- 5:47 AM. It was that horrible feeling of not being able to fall back asleep when you've woken up too early. The baby blue walls that surrounded me were such a crisp blue at this time of day. Outside of the window near the headboard, the sun was rising. Pink, purple, blue paints stream out all over the still- starry sky. The horizon was a messy watercolor painting, marked with a three year old's fingerprints. As I leaned forward to get a closer look, my back cracks, sending me crawling underneath the covers again. The lightbulb on the ceiling begins to flicker as I hear faint whimpers coming from my baby brother's room. Twenty minutes later, I find myself with both baby and bottle in hands. And then it hits me. It's my first day back at Lincoln High.
Thoughts continue to scream in every inch of my brain. What do I wear? How should I fix my hair? Hopefully I won't be a klutz and break the PA system like last year... But HEY, that's a whole other story. Putting Nathan back in his crib, I run off to scavenge through my closet. I find a army green baseball tee and a pair of shorts that look harmonious to my long dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. I thank my lucky stars everyday that I'm part French. Slipping on some white gym shoes, I look in the mirror. I'm not going to lie, I DO put a little makeup on. I'm SO not one of those face-cakers though, I love looking neutral and natural. As I run down the steps, I'm blinded by a bright flash of light. When I finally regain my vision, I see my dad standing there with a big goofy smile on his face, camera in hand.
"You're only a junior in highschool once, sweetheart!" he says, squeezing me into a tight bear hug.
"Doesn't mean you have to capture every moment of it on camera, dad!" I laugh, pushing him away to get some breakfast in the kitchen.
"When you leave me for college boys and rum, it'll be the only thing I have to remember you by," he kidded. My dad was one of those guys that you just couldn't help but love. Warm brown eyes, dirty blonde hair like me, and the heart of a lion. Taking the Froot Loops out, my ten year old brother Alex tugs at the back of my shirt.
"Mornin' Summy," he says, snagging a Froot Loop.
"Hey, get your hands off the merchandise buddy!" I yelled. "And I how many times to I have to tell you not to call me that!" I whined at him.
"FINE. Good morning SUMMER LORAINE SPARKS," he accented.
"...Better, I guess.." I mumbled with a smirk.
"GUYS, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" my mom yelled from the basement. I sprint into the bathroom as quickly as I can. I brush my teeth, deodorant-ize myself, and spray just a little perfume on my neck. Alex and I end up reaching the front door at the same time, so I did what I had to do. Pushing him out of the way, I yell "SHOTGUN" and make my way to the front seat of the van. I know what you're thinking: Oh my gosh Summer, like, really? Can you be any more immature? And my answer to you is: why yes, yes I can. Alex and my mom get into the car and she turns the keys. It was SO hot outside. August 25, 89 degrees Fahrenheit.
"Um, mom? Why are we fifteen minutes early?" I asked looking at the clock.
"Do you want Starbucks or not?" she asks rhetorically. On the outside, I am calm teenage girl sitting in the front seat of a van. On the inside, I'm a glittery, party animal who is getting her fix of a Strawberry Frap. Heading down the street, I see familiar faces of people who I will probably be catching up with in 12 1/2 minutes. As my mom pulls up to the wobbly Starbucks drive-thru menu to order, I get a text from my best friend, Sabrina.
From: Sexy Lady(; <3
-Hey beautifullll <3 How's the bestie doing this absolutely delightful morning? *Read in fancy lady accent* :P -
Smiling form the text dumb text this chick decides to send me, I look up. When I do, my eyes meet a pair of dark, icy blue ones. When I realize that I'm staring into the eyes of the Starbucks guy through the car window, I can feel my face heat up and the sudden urge to pee myself. His face matches his eyes, perfect and flawless in a light complexion that sticks out like a sore thumb. Black, tousled hair crowns his head like a king and a lip ring matches his perfectly straight, white teeth. His light five o'clock shadow REALLY had me going! Handing the Strawberry Frap to my mom, the tattoos on his arm were completely visible. I thought could make out a four-leafed clover, but I wasn't too sure. If a guy this good looking actually talked to me, I don't know WHAT I WOULD DO! When it comes to the opposite sex, I'm the shyest, most prude girl you'll ever meet. Before my mom has the opportunity to drive away, I catch his glance one last time. He gently bit down on his lip, playing with the ring, and winked at me!!! Because I was practically melting in my seat, I rushed my mom out of there. Arriving at school about five minutes later, I grabbed the Strawberry Frap, kissed my mom on the cheek, and headed out the door.
"See ya Alex!" I yelled through the window. After a careless wave of his hand, I playfully rolled my eyes. The van drove off tot Milbert Elementary, and I turned around to face my destiny.
(Picture of Summer Sparks on the right)
(A.N. Just wanted to get one thing straight... The Starbucks guy is NOT, I repeat, NOT a vampire. There will be no supernatural stuff in this story, just an FYI. But ANYWAY, like it? Love it? Hate it? Tell me! Don't forget to comment/ vote <3 Thanks, muaaahhhhz :-* lol)
