Clarke's POV
A warm breeze flooded my room and swept my blanket off my legs. I instinctively went to grab it an frowned at the different feel of material in my hands. I opened one eye and took a peek at the grey woolen blanket I was holding, where I had always had a black and white knit blanket. I looked around my room and tried to find my favourite blanket, one I had since I was a kid. When I came up short I threw the new blanket over my shoulders and trudged downstairs to find my mum.
I found her in the kitchen scurrying to make breakfast while she was in the middle of filling out paperwork.
"What's this?" I held the paper in the air so she could easily read it
She had to stop abruptly to narrow her eyes at the paper and flicked her eyes back at me. "Oh that's nothing, just work I had to bring home from the hospital. That's the last page I think."
She motioned for me to continue making breakfast while she signed her name at the top in perfect cursive: Abby Griffin
I circled the bench and picked up the knife that she had left half still in a piece of watermelon. I finished cutting it into triangles and laid them on a plate, taking one for myself and offering them to mum.
"What time are you leaving?" she asked me with a mouth full of the watermelon.
I swallowed my piece glanced at the clock, calculating the time in my head "Probably about 5 or 10"
She nodded at this, scribbling away in her notebook, the way she had always done to keep track of our whereabouts. She had become paranoid of where I was going and when since dad had gone missing last year. I smiled at her affection that she had taken it to herself to know where I was, although sometimes it was hard for me to go anywhere since she had such acute hearing. She had probably even put a gps in my phone for all I know.
"Hey mum" I walked to her desk, holding my blanket over my arm
She glanced up in recognition of her name although I knew her concentration was still on her work. "Hm?"
"Where's my blanket?"
"In your hand, darling"
I rolled my eyes at her attempt of a joke. "No, not this one. The black and white knit one?"
"You've never had a black and white blanket. I thought that one was your favourite."
"I've never seen this one before this morning, I thought you came in an put it over me or something, maybe taking the other one off?"
She pushed her chair back and eyed me carefully, as if I was on drugs and they were affecting my memory. "Clarke, you've never had a black and white blanket before." She held the back of her hand to my forehead, "are you feeling ok? You can stay home if you need to."
I shook her hand off me and took a step back. I was certain I had that blanket, dad had brought it home the day he went missing, it was the last piece of him I had.
I felt ridiculous for overreacting so much but it had held such a close meaning to me.
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I arrived at school and met up with my best friend, at least something had to feel right about this place. I found her walking up to my car and we fell in step on the way to our lockers. She was telling me about this new guy that she had found, super cute apparently, but I was spaced out about this morning.
"What's wrong?"
I smiled over at her, "You can read me like a book, Raven."
"It's not that hard, I completely changed his name like three times and you didn't even notice."
"Hey can I ask you a question?"
"You just did. But I'm guessing you're going to ask another one and I'm guessing it's not going to be about my mystery man."
"Yes to both" I grinned sheepishly. "What colour is my blanket that I've always had?"
"Grey. Why?"
I pulled my eyebrows together in thought "Huh, I thought it was always black and white."
Raven eyed me the exact same way my mother did "Are you alright?"
"Since when did you and my mother become exactly the same?" It was hard to ignore the look she got in her eyes when I said this. Pride? Why would she want to be like my mother? She worried too much and worked too hard on the salary she had. "And why are you both so worried I thought my blanket was another colour? It's just a blanket, probably a dream I had"
I saw her exhale out of the corner of my eyes and she shut her eyes briefly, "yeah, probably"
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The bell rang and Raven and I came out of our classroom headed to our lockers to grab out bags
"Are you coming over tonight?"
I grabbed out my cell and looked at my calendar for tonight. It was on my planner so it would be of mum's too. "Sure, what time?"
"You can
