Playing The Game

Chapter 2// The Boy

Maverick

🎵I wake up every evening, with a big smile on my face🎵 

     That amazing song played through my room, but I turned it off before it could go on. I stretched my arms and then climbed out of bed. The birds were chirping, the sun wasn't too bright, the morning was going great. That was until I remembered what was happening today and for God knows how long. I walked into my closet and picked out an outfit. Denim skinny jeans and a black American Eagle shirt with brown moccasins it is. I got dressed and then went downstairs.

"Hi sweetie," mom smiled.

"Hey mom," I smiled.

"Dad leave for work?," I asked.

"Not yet, he's getting dressed right now," she told me.

     She continued to flip pancakes and then set some in front of me, along with a mug of hot chocolate.

"You look stressed," she commented.

"I am," I sighed, taking the hot chocolate.

     When I was stressed or down in the dumps, I drank a lot of hot chocolate. I didn't know why, I just did.

"Want to talk about it?," she asked.

"Not yet, but I will," I answer.

"Okay, well, whenever you're ready," she smiled, digging into some pancakes herself.

"Hot chocolate, that's not good," dad said as he came into the kitchen.

"Just a little stressed," I smiled.

"Well, I hope you'll be better soon," he smiled, kissing the top of my head.

"I'm off to work," he said.

     He walked over to my mom and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Have a good day," she smiled.

"You too," he smiled.

"Bye dad, love you," I smiled.

"Bye kiddo, love you," he smiled.

     He grabbed his car keys and then walked out the front door, off to work.

"Well, I have to brush my teeth and then get to school," I said.

     I put my plate in the dishwasher and went upstairs to brush my teeth and my hair. Well, I couldn't really brush my hair. It was naturally wavy, so if I brushed it I would look like a giant puff monster. So, I would lightly finger comb it. Anyway, once I was done with that, I grabbed my backpack, which was one of those purse like backpacks, and then grabbed my phone, walking back downstairs.

"Hey mom," I said.

"Here you go," she smiled, placing a little to-go cup of hot chocolate in my hand.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"Have a good day, love you," she smiled.

"Love you too. Bye!," I exclaimed.

     I walked outside and got into my car. I started it up and drove to school, singing along to various songs on the radio. I pulled into the student parking lot, parked my car, and got out. I shoved my keys into my bag and then entered the school.

"Hot chocolate? That can't be good," Marcy, one of my good friends, smiled.

"Tell me about it," I sighed, sitting down next to her.

"What's up?," she asked.

"I can't tell you right now, but I will be able to soon," I tell her.

"Coolness," she smiled.