Cool for the summer

chapter 3-sam

Aimee is right, I'll probably never find my charger. I lost the last three chargers I bought. I need to charge my phone every night, cuz the battery is knackered. Its quite old but I cant afford to get a new one and mum and dad have been to busy with the divorce to think about my or Aimee's birthdays, or Christmas really. Its a Saturday so I have some time before I have to go down to the coffee shop I managed to get a job at. The shifts are a bit awkward, but the pays ok. After, I'll go see Kira. She's practically my life line at this point. I meet her a few years ago when we all came here to stay with grandmother for a week. I was wandering on the beach, farther from grans than I should have been, when she appeared. To this day I still don't know how she got there, or why she revealed herself to me. one moment I was walking down the beach, alone, the next there's a girl in one of those sport tee-shirts with a open back, black denim shorts and, unbelievably, huge brown wings just like a house sparrow's but massive. I remember her asking me why is was there, and being rather terrified. Angry Kira is still a thing to behold, but she doesn't scare me any more. We've become close friends, and she's the reason why I always ask to stay here during the summer or the holidays. It sucks why we've been sent her but I try to stay positive. I get to spend much more time with her, which is good. I use some of my money from my job to get her something, as she tends to get stuff from stealing from the town, which I disapprove of but she doesn't take to much, so its ok, I guess. she doesn't really have much choice in the matter, since she can hardly walk into a shop, or get a job, with those wings of hers. As wonderful and powerful as they may be, they make many things hard for her. Finding a shirt that fits over them is only the start of her concerns. I don't even know where she gets her food from. I glance down at my jeans and shirt. I should probably change, I've worn these jeans three times this week and my shirt has a small coffee stain on it from this morning. I look around and dig my work shirt out from where it sits squished into the gap between my bed and the wardrobe. my room is so small, if I let it get messy at all it looks awful, and I have hardly any space, there's my bed and wardrobe on one side, then my desk and bookcase on the other, with about three, maybe three and a half meters of carpet in between. I put my shirt of and look down at my self. when I first came out as pansexual to the people in my class, it was awful.so awful that I.. gosh, I cant even say it now three years later. I only now have the confidence to look at my chest, at the scars. There was a time when I would cover the mirror in the bathroom to keep from seeing them. Six long thin marks, following the path of my ribs, startlingly pale against my slightly tan chest. I always wear a shirt in the pool, at the beach but always a thin one that lets the sun through, hence the tan. just opaque enough that you cant see them. I had to stay of school for two weeks after, and mum forced me to go to therapy. I hated it at first, but they way it helped was undeniable. I pull my shirt -lime green with a light blue collar. honestly whoever picked the colour scheme must have been drunk when they did.- over my chest. "Aimee! Sam! Dinner!" grandmother calls. "coming!" I yell back. I'll have to cycle strait to work after, great.

I have just now realized that the timeframe for this and chapter 2 don't line up but chapter2 takes place a few hours after this, just after Sam finishes his shift. thanks for reading!

*disclaimer*the next chapter references homophobia and self harm, more directly than in this chapter. Please don't read if those themes make you uncomfortable. they will not be brought up in every chapter, and all will have a disclaimer like this the chapter before if you chose to continue reading but skip the chapters with such themes.