Never Fly Too Close To The Sun

Two Can Keep The Secrets

Wednesday Morning

Groaning, Beca scrunched her eyes tightly shut before opening them to adjust to the bright light streaming in through the doorway past her Father's broad figure.

"Rise and shine, kiddo. Today's the day of your CBT!" He exclaimed joyously, almost as if he was the one getting his first ever vehicle out of the day's events rather than the half-asleep and yawning teenager before him.

"Okay, okay," Beca croaked in her grovelling morning voice as she swung her legs from the warmth of her covers and into the frosty morning air circulating her room. She looked at the time on the glowing clock standing on her bedside table.

"IT'S 6AM!!" She shrieked, looking incredulously at her chuckling Dad.

"Aha, yeah but I knew you'd want a shower as you will be staying at your friend's tonight..Stacie's right?" Beca nodded mutely in response as he proceeded with his explanation, "And you need to pack your things to take with as I'll drop you at hers straight after your training. It'll be finishing at 5.30pm probably, and it's an hour drive at rush hour soo..we should get you to hers by 6.30/45 - that good?"

Again, the small brunette nodded, and Dr Mitchell left Beca to get ready for the day ahead. She was known to her Dad for not being a morning person (in the slightest..) and was best left to let herself ease into the day and gain a good mood for the remainder of her time.

Within 10 minutes, Beca had dragged out a black and grey rucksack from the back of her wardrobe, and was carelessly flinging toiletries and certain items of clothing (plus a phone charger & her new headphones) onto the bed next to it. Before she sorted through the stuff and actually packed it, the small brunette grabbed her stuff for the bathroom and headed across the landing.

7 Minutes Later

The girl welcomed the cold droplets of water as they touched her clammy skin and washed the grime away as they trickled down her slim frame and into the plug hole. A smile crept onto her lips as she used her fingers to slowly massage the cooling shampoo into her scalp before washing the bubbles away. After applying and washing out another layer of fruity shampoo, plus conditioner, Beca stepped out the shower and toweled off at speed. Once her more subtle application of mascara and eyeliner were on (she would put a more prominent amount on after her training), she set about dealing with her hair.

For the nature of the day, Beca thought it appropriate to do the hair-do with her wavy locks drying naturally further back, but remaining pushed out of her face with the two strands either side of her pale face pulled back into a half updo and secured with a clip in her make-up bag. Shrugging at the casual look, the teenager reckoned it would do the job for the training, and be easy to fix/change for her time socialising later.

Purposefully, Beca strode back into her room to toss her make-up bag with her hairbrush and other small accessories into the pile on her bed. Then, after checking her laptop for messages (and scrawling down the address & mobile number Stacie had sent her on Facebook the previous evening), she set about shoving the items into her rucksack. At the bottom of the main compartment she put clothes for the following day - this comprised of a baggy 3/4 length-sleeved black and white typical baseball tee, a pair of ripped/frayed dark blue skinnies, a fresh set of underwear, another pair of black ankle socks, and her new beanie. On top of that was her make-up and toiletry bags. And finally, and most importantly, Beca put her keys, charger, headphones and a wad of cash in the securely zipped-up and separate middle compartment. After some thought, the brunette decided that was all she should need - especially as she could simply wear her pair of grey-blue converse high-tops for the day ahead and night/day to follow.

Still sleepily, Beca grabbed her phone and shoved it in her back pocket before throwing her rucksack onto one shoulder and snatching the paperwork/provisional driving license card into one hand, and her shoes in the other. Slowly, she plodded down the stairs to meet her Dad and set the day's plans into motion.