My Life with the Boys

Chapter 7- Sophomore Year (Part Three)

I hobble across the kitchen, trying to reach the cookie jar that someone decided to put on the shelf. Knowing I can't reach it from the ground I hop up onto the counter and go on my right knee to try and reach. Just as my fingers graze the jar I hear a voice. And angry voice.

"Alison Jayden Scott! Are you trying to get yourself killed!" my mother screams at me causing me to knock over the jar and watch helplessly as it crashes onto the floor destroyed along with my cookies. I really wanted that cookie.

"Uh, no?" I climb back down.

"Where are your crutches?"

"In the living room?" She walks off into the living room and comes back with the evil things that have been forced to be glued to me for the past two weeks.

"I told you, if you need something then I will get it for you." I roll my eyes. I did call her but she must have not heard me because there was no sign of her after waiting twenty minutes so my stomach had other ideas.

The past two weeks have been hell. I spent New Year's unconscious in hospital and woke up the next day with this stupid cast on my left foot and evil thing one and evil thing two (aka the crutches.) by my bed. I don't remember much but apparently some idiot hit my when they did a jump and lost control landing on me. They disappeared too quickly for the guys to catch them. Ethan, the fastest skier, went down the slope as fast as he could once he saw what happened to get help. Zack had reached me first and was soon joined by Sam and Noah who waited with me as I laid in the snow unconscious. I had a concussion and a broken ankle that would leave me in a cast for six weeks. The doctor said that I was lucky and it could have been much worse. I could have had some ligament damage that would have had me on crutches for months.

"This is so frustrating! It doesn't even hurt that much!" I lie. It hurts. A lot. But she doesn't need to know that.

"Honey, you were told to rest." She insists leading me onto the couch in the living room which has become my home for the last two weeks.

"But resting is boring." It really was. Especially for someone who had an active life like me.

That was what was really bugging me. After getting through the regional dance competition I had nationals coming up soon and now I can't compete. I was furious. I have worked for nearly ten years for this opportunity and now I can't compete because of this stupid cast on my foot.

"I know you are upset about nationals but there is always next year." Mum says more softly reading my mind.

"But I might not get through regionals again. I might not get another chance." I insist.

"Well you can't compete on one foot anyway. I am sorry. But right now your bigger issue is trying to get better. Dancing can wait."

But it couldn't. She didn't understand. This was my dream that we were talking about.

I sigh leaning back against the couch bored. School started two days ago and mum wouldn't let me go back until next week. You would think that missing school was good. But I missed my friends and the usual high school drama. Instead my life has become endless YouTube videos and Netflix.

"Alison, you have a visitor!" my mum calls out.

That was weird. Usually the boys just walk in unannounced. Besides they should all be in class anyway.

But instead of one of the guys walking in, I am surprised to see Adam walk into my living room. What the heck was he doing here?

"Hi." I say awkwardly. At least I decided to shower today which was rare lately.