When Summer Arrives (On Hold)

Suspension

I didn’t see Sam come home after school that day.  Maybe he met up with Roxxie, went shopping, hung out with friends, or he got gangbanged on the way home.  Holy shit he could be bleeding out in a ditch! 

Maybe I should stop worrying.

Maybe I shouldn’t check my clock every five seconds and I might be able to sleep.

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It was dark, as usual, and I was sitting on the swing.  Slowly rocking back and forth, dark rolling fabric surrounded me and gliding and swirling through the air. 

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

I got lost in its trance, the movement faded into the blackness all around, twisting and turn until it was no more.  Even the rain couldn’t hinder its dance.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

In the distance I heard a faint noise.  It was the same as the noises in my earlier dreams.  Someone was knocking, somebody was calling.

I immediately wanted to wake up; I wasn’t falling for the whole hearing-things-outside-my-dream thing anymore.  What if it was Sam again?

My eyes shot open, I leaned forward my vision locked on to the door, and I waited.  Nothing, no knock, no call, and no Sam.  I waited some more staring expectantly at the front door until the obnoxious sound of my alarm clock brought me back to reality.  It was time to go to school.

I crawled into the shower oblivious to everything outside of my thoughts.  Why was I so disappointed by own sub conscious anyway?  I got dressed and moved outside to wait for Sam, normally he came to my door but I was sick of looking at it.

I waited silently.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen.

Where was he?  School would be starting right about now.  Had he gone ahead of me?  Was he still getting ready?  Was he still asleep?

I had to check.  I walked up to his door and knocked.  At first there was no reply, but then there was some scuffling, a fumble, a crash, some mumbling, and then the door opened revealing a bed headed Sam.  Curls shoot up wards and outwards in every direction, which was odd considering his hair length.

“What are you doing?”  Sam said with a sleepy smile and I couldn’t help but do the same, until I saw his clothes, or rather his lack thereof and pajama bottoms.

“What are you wearing?  School is starting why aren’t you dressed?”  Why was this conversation sounding familiar?

“I’m not going to school.”  He flashed a wider grin and a wink.

“Why not?”  Well if he wasn’t going why should I?  I didn’t like the place anyway.

He ducked his head mumbling.  “I got suspended.” 

“Holy fuck Sam!  What did you do?”  No seriously, Sam was like the angel of the school all the teachers loved him, what could he have done?

“Teachers don’t like it very much when you hit a girl.”  No matter how much he ducked his head down you could still hear the pride in his voice.

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“Hold up, hold up.  Why did you hit a girl exactly?”  This man seemed nice, even from the story, and the pride that Winter had mentioned was definitely still there.  The two chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.