A Little Piece Of Hope

Don't give her coffee again!

Hey guys, this is just a little filler… I’ll try and get up a chapter for the proper plot soon J I’m just pretty busy with school…

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Anyway enjoy! :D

Chapter 6 – Do Not Give Her Coffee!

  Waking up drenched in sweat and panting is not exactly the ideal way to wake. But that’s what happened anyway. Every second that I tried to recall the dream – or should I say nightmare – my head seemed to cloud up concealing the frightful thoughts. After a couple of seconds of reassuring myself that there wasn’t a mass murderer hiding in my wardrobe, I finally willed myself to climb back into bed and try to get to sleep – considering it was 5:42. But not long and the anxious feeling in my stomach had me twisting and turning in my bed, my stomach dropping a notch with every passing second. The infuriating part was that I didn’t even know what had me on edge.

  By the time it came to 6:30, I was sitting upright in bed looking around the room – especially checking out the dark corners – when I remembered an incident a couple of years ago with Joshy. It was late Christmas Eve and I snuck into his room to find the tape that he usually kept in his drawer (We had had some last minute wrapping to catch up with) , when suddenly he woke up. His eyes were barely open and his small voice lightly carried through the room.

  “Santa?” It took me around 10 minutes of intimidating Santa and persuading him to go to sleep before he would. As soon as I had reached our old living, Mum and Dad were in a silent fit of laughter, turns out they had hear us all the way upstairs.

  Giggling a little I reminisced of the old times back in Scotland. A couple of seconds past 6:35 Joshy charged into the room running full speed towards the bed. When he saw me sitting up smiling, a frown shadowed his face.

  “Aww, why did you have to be awake?” He left his question unanswered and went back through the door stomping along the way.

  “Ha! Sucker.” I said before finally climbing out of bed and trudging towards the wardrobe. Pulling the doors open I quickly grabbed my favourite pair of white ripped skinnies, one of my all-time favourite t-shirts (It had ‘My eyes are up there’ with an arrow pointing up, printed across my chest), and my aluminous blue converse (limited edition). Taking the clothes I ran to the bathroom the take a quick shower.

  After I was changed and had fixed my hair (which smelling like coconut *happy dance*), I ran down the hall towards the kitchen where I could smell my dad’s special chocolate chip pancakes. Also ‘The gambler- Kenny Rogers’ was playing and with him singing along. Dancing over to me he placed a plate stacked with half a dozen pancakes (drizzled with a light honey) on it. Joshy and I were wolfing them down at the same time, and once we were done we ran for the door.

  Walking the 10 minutes to Joshy’s school seemed shorter than the last time. As we came up to the Abbey look-a-like, I pulled Joshy in for a hug before releasing him.

  “Say hi to your girlfriend for me.” I said winking at him.

  “She isn’t my girlfriend.” He mumbles slightly flushing a light pink.

  “What one is she anyway?” I said placing my hand on his shoulder as he looked around the playground. His face lightened when he saw her.

  “Her.” He pointed towards a small cute little girl with long curling blonde hair, standing in a pretty, baby blue dress. She was standing in front of a crouched down Eric, he looked so caring and lovingly at his little sister. It was so sweet in a sense, but this was Eric we were talking about, when is he ever sweet? I had known him a day and could already tell that he wasn’t the kind to show a caring face for anyone, and looking soft did not go down with his macho façade.