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Football Fails and Pancakes

Caidence's POV:

I slam my hand on the alarm, groaning. Who the heck sets an alarm for 7:00 a.m on a Saturday? I rub my eyes, swinging my legs out of bed. I trudge slowly to the bathroom adjoining my room, undoing my hair from the braid it had been in the previous night. I brush through it with my fingers, moving it to one shoulder. I brush my teeth, spitting it into the sink before wiping my face with a face cloth. As I walk quietly back to my room, my mother's bedroom door opens.

"Caidence, what are you doing up?" She croaks, rubbing her eyes tiredly

"Sorry Mum, my alarm went off, I must've forgotten to turn it off" I smile sheepishly

She rolls her eyes playfully, walking towards me and wrapping one arm around me, the soft material of her robe pressing into my neck.

"Once you get changed, come downstairs, I'm making you and your brothers some pancakes" She smiles widely, showing off her pearly-whites

I nod, kissing her cheek and walking back into my room.

I change as quickly as I, putting on my usual everyday outfit which consisted of : black ripped jeans, a graphic tee- today it was a grumpy cat tee- and converse, black of course.

Grabbing the necklace my father gave me before he passed, I place it delicately around my neck, tucking it under my shirt. Ever since he gave it to me, I've worn it everyday. I sigh, dropping my shoulders. I've always been pretending that I'm okay, that I've moved on for the sake of my mother. IN reality, he's the first thing I think of when I wake up, and the last thing that crosses my mind at night. I feel like it's my fault. Maybe if I had stopped him from going, said I was sick or something, he wouldn't be gone and he'd be sitting right next to me, reading me a bedtime story like old times.

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After my breakfast of pancakes and bacon, I head outside to begin my daily walk to the football field. I unravel my tangled mess of earphone wires and place the buds in my ears, smiling contently as I hear the campfire-like beginning of Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy.

Fifteen minutes pass and I find myself standing at the large birch tree marking the oh-so familiar entrance to the football field. I carefully start down the steep hill which is a shortcut to my favorite spot- the small lemon tree my father and I used to play at.

I spot three boys playing football, the tallest, whom I assumed was the eldest, clad in Adidas gear. I watch as the youngest kicks the ball. I follow it with my eyes as it lands a couple of meters in front of me. I stand, picking it up as a young boy with sandy-brown hair makes his way towards me, smiling warmly.

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A/N: Woohoo, first chapter is up.Sorry it's not too long but I promise the later ones will be bigger.

Sorry about late updates guys but I've got a huge Social Studies/ Social Science project due in like 4 days.

'Til then, stay as sassy as Minho, fast as Thomas, cute as Chuck and kind as Newt.