Not Enough Time

Chapter 1

Dance class is the place that I can escape reality and forget everything that has ever bothered me. I know that dance is going to end soon and I will eventually need to go home.

I finally snapped back to reality when my dance teacher said , "Amy, pay attention, we are not doing that combination anymore. It is time to go home." Feeling embarrassed my cheeks turned bright red and I bowed and ran out of the classroom.

Disappointed that I have to go home, I slowly put on my pants and boots, and walk slowly to the car. I climb into the passenger seat of my dads car and he doesn't even say a word to me.

Ever since my mom passed away in a car accident my dad hasn't been the same since. I always wonder if he will ever get over her death. As we finally arrive to my old beat up house, I let out a huge sigh. Being home has always been so hard, pictures of our old happy family hung around the house everywhere. Every time I walk through the door my heart just falls to my stomach. I throw my dance bag on the floor and walk pass the kitchen, I never feel hungry anymore.

As I climb up the stairs, a million thoughts run through my head, not good thoughts either. I've always hated being home, since my dad almost never talks there is a lot of time to think. Way to much time.

I walked into my room and sat on my bed not sure what to do since school started tomorrow. I am really going to miss having a lot of time to my self. I am also going to miss going to dance class. It has always been hard for me to go to every dance class once school starts, I always have homework and I always want to go in my drawer and grab what is in there and use it.

"Amy, time for dinner," one of the very few things he says to me. I got up from my bed, even though I'm not hungry, I have to try and eat, I don't want my dad to worry about me. Even though I do not know if he actually would.

As I move my green beans around to make like I ate more, my dad got up and washed his dishes and then went up to his bedroom. Another silent dinner. Glad that he was finally finished, I threw away the rest of my dinner and went back up to my room to get ready to go to bed.

I wake up with 15 minutes to get ready, I pull on capris and a pale blue T-shirt. I look in the mirror and just brush my dark brown naturally straight hair and don't put on any makeup, I have no one to impress. I stare at my face, guess I am pretty, many people used to tell me so. I am always complimented on my sea- foam green eyes. But then I thought they were just trying to be nice to a the girl that loser girl that just lost her mom.

I look at the clock and notice I am running a little late. I went down the stairs and grab an apple for breakfast. I ran out the door and get into my dads car. As we got closer to school I became nauseous, I really did not want to start my sophomore year. Freshman year was horrible, I don't think this year would be any different.

"Have a good first day," said my dad with a slight grin. I grabbed my bag and just gave him a an awkward smile. I walk into the school and I go to find my locker. Once I get there, I pretend I am putting stuff away and looking at my schedule, since I have no friends to take too. While checking my schedule to figure out where I have to go to get to English, I felt someone staring at me. I look up, a little shocked to see an extremely handsome guy staring at me, he probably thinks I'm a freak. He was making me uncomfortable and kind or irritated, so I walked away. I caught him shaking his head, maybe realizing that I am walking away.

"Wait, I am sorry, I was my staring at you, I was daydreaming I guess."

"Oh, it's fine," is all I said, we stood there awkwardly for what felt like hours but was only a couple of seconds.

"So... What is your name?" he said, I took awhile to answer because I was staring at his perfect face.

"Amy," I said very quietly, not sure if he heard me I started to repeat myself, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I like that name, it is really pretty. Do you know where this room is?"pointing to his schedule.

"yeah, I am going to Mrs. Steinhower's class too."

"Do you want to walk with me then? I am new here and I don't want to look like an idiot wandering around." Ijust nodded my head, and we started walking, he was walking a little to close to me, but then again the halls were really crowded since school was about to start in 3 minutes. He smelled like axe cologne, the good kind. After another awkward moment of silence I finally had enough courage to say, "So where are you from?"

"Wyoming, usually people ask for someone's name first amy." he said smiling at me and laughing. He even has a gorgeous smile, why is he even talking to me. Probably because he doesn't know what I did, and why I have no friends. I gave him an awkward smile and my cheeks turned bright red forgetting that I never asked him his name yet.

"So what is your name?"

"Toby Erikson"