I Can Ride

Realizations

The weekend went by fairly quickly. My dad and I actually got to spend some time together since the move and it was nice. We made chocolate chip pancakes together for breakfast and went out to eat for lunch at this amazing pizza place. I ate almost a whole pizza on my own and my dad could barely keep his mouth shut about how sloppy I eat. I spent a lot of time thinking about my mom too. Sometimes I miss her so much I forget to breathe through the tears and it can get pretty scary sometimes. I know my dad tries his hardest, but sometimes a girl just needs her mother. I mean, she'll never get to see me graduate, or get married. She'll never get to meet her grandchildren and spoil them like grandparents always do. She's going to miss everything, but at least I have dad. Having one parent is better than having no parents even if it gets a little difficult sometimes. 

When the alarm clock went off I slammed my hand down as hard as I could on the snooze button. There was no way I was getting up this morning. Being sleep deprived can really give you a different out look on life. You seem to find yourself hating absolutely everything and you completely don't give a shit because all you want is sleep, but you know you can't have it because you have things you need to get up and do. Unfortunately, that just seems to make you even more upset and then you just want to slaughter anything in your path that is keeping you from sleeping. With that thought in mind, I grouchily got out of bed and walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, the unknowingly cold water waking me up in an instant. 

I walked downstairs and saw that dad was still asleep on the couch. I smiled to myself; I was glad he was getting some extra sleep. Work has really been wearing him out since we've been here and he really just needs to take some time to relax. I picked up a blanket and placed it over him before grabbing an orange juice from the fridge and making my way out the door and to my bike. Dad is finally letting me keep it in the drive way instead of the garage where he originally made me keep it because it just reminded him of how I'm growing up and am able to make my own decisions. I think it's because he pictures me dying on it, but whatever. I've been taking riding lessons for this thing since I was 15 and paying for them myself with the babysitting money I racked up over the years. I can remember the day I brought it home, dad was livid. He just yelled and yelled at me about the dangers of it and about going behind his back to take the lessons. I told him that I knew if I said anything the answer would be an automatic no and that this was something I really wanted. Eventually he calmed down, but I don't think he'll fully be okay with the choice I made. 

Simba and Pete were waiting for me at the front of the school as usual, laughing and joking around. I know Pete is gay, but sometimes I think him and Simba would make a very cute couple. I mean Pete has a dramatic personality and Simba has dramatic hair, who could be a better pair?! "Hey, girly!" Simba said all perky. Pete ran over to me, flapping his arms like a penguin before hugging me and smiling. I giggled and hugged him back before pecking his cheek, "Hey, guys. Where is Emily?" I looked around the front of the building and then across to the parking lot and couldn't see her anywhere. Simba and Pete game each other a smirk and I knew something was up. "Spill." I demanded. "Well, if you must know, Emily is sitting in the library and if I am correct," she looked at her watch, "Macon should be turning into there in 3, 2, 1." She said matter of factly. My eyebrows knitted together and my mouth opened slightly. "Since when does Macon Campbell hang out in the library?" I asked in disbelief. "Oh, he is nothing like Danny, on the inside that is. He actually loves books and was on the scholastic decathlon in middle school." Pete added. Mhm. So an artist and a book worm. What a perfect match. "Yeah, they have you and Simba beat." I accidentally said out loud. "What was that?" they said in unison. "Nothing!" I yelled behind me quickly as I walked away. 

As I was standing in the hallway, putting my books away in my locker, someone snuck up behind me and tickled my sides making me squeal and jump to turn around quickly. Danny was standing behind me with that smug look on his face, just begging me to hit him. So I did. "What is wrong with you?" He feigned shock, "What's with the violence?"