Kierra's POV
The day has finally come!
What should I wear?
I was panicking, I needed to look good because Sir Albarez was coming with us.
Joshua is confused as to why Sir Mike is coming and how he knows about our getaway weekend but I just pushed away his thoughts by saying it's just happened that way.
It was 3 in the morning, and outside it was still dawn. But I was just too excited for this day!
I stood in front of my open closet, clothes scattered on the bed around me. I picked up a pair of sturdy hiking boots, examining them thoughtfully.
"Okay, practical but not too clunky..." I mumbled to myself.
I set the boots aside and moved on to a rack of outdoor clothing. My fingers ran over various fabrics and styles until I pulled out a pair of comfortable hiking pants.
I pulled out a breathable long-sleeve shirt, perfect for unpredictable mountain weather. With a satisfied nod, I added a light windbreaker and a compact backpack for essentials. Ready to face the wilderness, I smiled, feeling prepared for both the hiking adventure and Sir Mike's company.
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"Kierra! someone's calling you outside!" my mom calls me.
It was now 4:30 in the morning and she's already awake to prepare us some food. "Kierra!"
"Yes, Mom! coming!" I threw on my bag and stumbled downstairs to the kitchen, where the comforting smell of food greeted me.
"There's someone outside, you go there first, I'll just pack your foods."
I nodded, quickly grabbing a piece of toast my mom hands me, and rushes out the door.
Outside, the faint light of dawn begins to break through the night. I stepped onto the porch, squinting in the early morning light. "Hello? Kai? Ely? Who's there?"
There's a pause as I wait for a response, my heart racing with curiosity and a hint of worry.
"Josh?" The figure of a man steps forward into the light, and my eyes widen in surprise.
"Sir Mike!" In the soft, early morning glow, Sir Mike Albarez stood on our front porch, dressed in a distinctive ensemble that caught the eye.
His OSAKA light blue shirt was adorned with a subtle, intricate print, catching glimpses of sunlight that danced across the fabric, lending an air of sophistication to his casual attire. The black shorts, practical and understated, balanced the vibrant pattern of his shirt, allowing his confident stride to convey a sense of effortless style.
But it was his army-designed Crocs that drew the most curious glances—a playful juxtaposition against the more conventional pieces of his outfit. The camouflage pattern, usually associated with rugged terrain, now adorned his footwear with a touch of whimsy, each step echoing softly on the wooden porch.
As he approached, a warm smile softened his features, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine pleasure. The combination of his attire reflected a man unafraid to blend practicality with a hint of personality, making his unexpected presence all the more intriguing in the tranquil morning light.
"Good morning, Kierra. I hope I'm not intruding. Your friends mentioned you might be here."
"My friends? Where are they?" I tried to composed my self.
YOU ARE READING
Unwritten Rules
عاطفيةKierra Parson has admired Professor Mike Albarez, her creative writing teacher, since her second year of college. His passion for literature and his ability to bring stories to life have always captivated her. Now, as a senior, Kierra is thrilled to...
