paper airplanes - h.s // slow updates

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pov: larkin

{13 months prior to crashing}

Alarm clocks are a gift from hell. I am 99.9999% positive they were made by the devil himself.

I mean, who else would make a device signaling the extremely early beginning to a crappy day where we all go to a hell hole jail cell to learn about things that make our brains rot?

See? It makes sense. And the only thing that can make this worse, is the fact that there's a 1/7 chance of it being a Monday. 1/5 if you don't count the weekends.

Mondays. The day after the weekends that were filled with chilling out and never getting dressed. Mondays are like a bad hangover. And seeing as I have a slight hangover from last night's bar escapades with Cameron and Harr-

Harry.

What he said last night came back to me.

See you at school.

Harry doesn't go to my school. At least not up until now. I don't think he just moved here, seeing that Cameron knew him.

Anyways. I guess I'll find out later. My main priority right now is actually making it to school on time.

As I'm getting ready, I can't help but think about what my parents told me last night that made me storm out.

How is this going to affect us? Will Gray and I be those kids that have to travel between their parent's houses? Were our parents going to get remarried? I hope not. More "parents" to reek havoc on our so-called family is just what we need. Will I have to move? My whole life is here, and it has been for my whole life. I grew up in this Cheshire area. I have family and friends here.

A knock from Gray on my door signals that it's time to leave. I grab a granola bar and my backpack before walking with Gray to the bus stop.

"How are you doing, about all this?" I question. I had never thought that Gray might be taking this hard up until this point.

He just shrugged and kept walking.

I nudged him playfully, "Come on, you can be honest with me."

"It sucks, Larkin," he said, stopping and sighing. "It just makes me wonder, you know? Like, how long has this been like this? Have we really been this oblivious the entire time? What made it like this? Did someone cheat on the other? I just want honest answers. And how can they be so fine with it?"

I honestly feel like there are no words to comfort someone in a situation like this. I give Gray a hug that surprisingly comforted me also. If anything, maybe this divorce will help Gray and I strengthen our relationship.

After the bus ride, Gray and I split up to go to our different classes. I headed to maths. I kept checking my surroundings to see if a certain curly headed boy was smiling cheekily at me from afar.

Maybe he was lying?

I shake myself out of my thoughts as I walk through the classroom door. I sit in my chair in our group of 5.

"Where have you been!" a voice hisses from behind me.

I whip around to see a pair of brown eyes staring at me. Brooklyn.

"You're practically late for class! What about our pre-class chat?" she exclaims.

I raise an eyebrow at her and sigh.