The sky is grey. The raindrops that fall down from the sky hit my cheeks, what makes me shiver a little. The coffee i'm holding in my hands is now probably cold, and i turn up the music that's blasting through my headphones.
A few more minutes, then my bus will be here. The streets of London are empty, wich surprises me. Normally it's filled with people who're rushing to their work, teenagers who are chatting about their 'oh so amazing' weekend, and with people like me who just like to stay quiet.
I gulp down my cold coffee, and throw my cup away in the bin beside me.
I sigh, looking up as i see my bus coming towards me from around the corner, and i hold my hand up as a sign that he has to stop for me.
When i get in, i thank the driver, and walk all the way to the back, and sit down by the window. I put another playlist on on my phone, and then close my eyes for the next fourty minutes i have to be on this bus.
I open my eyes, and realize i got woken up by someone tapping my shoulder. I slowly tilt my head up, and look at the boy who's sitting in front of me. "Your stop is here." He says, and i look out of the window, to see that he's right. "Thanks." I say, and hit the stop button, and walk to the front to check out.
As soon as i walk into school, i walk to the bathrooms to see what i look like. My hair is wet, and curly. The macara i applied this morning is smudged out under my eyes, and my nose is red from the cold temprature.
I try to fix everything the best i can, and then make my way out, to walk to my first period of that day, biology.
It surprises me that i'm not the first one today. I greet my friends who walk past me before i walk into class.
I sit down in front of the familiar face, who's reading a book. I get out my books and pencils for the next two hours.
When that's done, i turn around. "Hey, how did you know i had to get out at that stop this morning?" I ask, and the boy puts his book down.
"I used to go to the high school around the corner at the end of this street.. This is my first day here. Before i went to school i always got myself a coffee on the other side on the road.. I've seen you getting out of the bus a few times." He says, and i raise my eyebrow, "I know it sounds weird." He says, and smiles. A dimple shows up in his cheek, and i can't help but smile. His hand goes through his long curly, brown hair, and his green eyes find it's way to my eyes. "I'm Harry." He says, and reaches out his hand. "Alex," i say, "and yes, it did sound weird, but thanks for waking me up, or else i wouldn't be here now." I say.
"So, why did you switch schools?" I ask, "it's not like it's better here, and why would you switch schools if this is going to be our last year anyway." I say, and Harry sighs. Maybe i shouldn't have asked that. "It's a long story." He says, and i take that as a hint that he just doesn't want to talk about it. "Why did you fall asleep this morning? Didn't sleep at home?" He asks, and i just nod, "long story," i say, and get saved by the bell, and Mr. Fields who walks in.
After biology, we have math and history, and then i show Harry around the school, as we make our way to the area where we normally have lunch. "Here are the bathrooms, but we have more at the end of this hallway. This is the teachers' room, so if you need anyone, go there. Here are the-" i look beside me, to see Harry on the floor, his books and paperworks everywhere. "Watch out you asshole!" I look up, and see He bumped into Daniel. I help Harry getting up, and gather his stuff. "I'm sorry man, i didn't saw you there." Harry says, and it surprises me that he doesn't sound scared at all. "Well, open your damn eyes!" Daniel says, and i look up at him. "Calm down Daniel, it's his first day here." I say, and Daniel laughs. "I will make it his last day." He says, and i roll my eyes. "Just leave it." I say, and grab Harry by his arm and pull him away.
"Are you alright?" I ask, and Harry nods. "Yeah, who is he?" He asks, and i sigh. "Daniel.. Tough, populair, and my ex." I say, and i take my lunch out of my bag when we sit down at the table. "What?!" Harry says, and i look at him. "Don't ask me why." I say, "It's a long story." I say, and Harry smiles. "You have lots of long story's don't you?" He asks, and i laugh. "Maybe." I say, and take a bite from my lunch. "You deserve better than him tho." He says, and i look at him. He's not looking back at me, but i smile at him anyways.
"What are you doing after school?" Harry asks, and i shrug. "I have to go home." I say, and together we walk into class for the last period of this day, art. "I thought, maybe we can hang out?" Harry asks, i sit down at my desk, and Harry follows my actions. "I'm sorry.. Maybe another time?" I ask, and Harry nods. "Sure." He says.
When i come home after school, i see my mom laying on the couch. Dark circles under her eyes, and now i notice how much weight she lost over the last couple of weeks. "Hey mom." I say, and kiss her cheek as i sit down beside her. "Hello sweetheart.. How are you?" She asks, and i smile. "Good.. I made friends with Harry, he's new to our school." I say, and my mom smiles. "That's good." She says. She always tries to smile at me. She thinks it makes me feel better, but when i look into her eyes, i see lots and lots of pain.
"Can i do something for you?" I ask, she shakes her head. "I'm alright darling, thanks." She says. I get up, and go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee.
I take a sip from my cup when it's done, and stare at the pictures on the fridge. There are lots of pictures of me and my mom, before she got sick. A few months ago, the doctors found out that my mom has breast cancer. She is going through chemo, but my mom keeps getting sicker, and i don't know how much time she has left. Probably not much.
My parents divorced when i was 8, but i don't talk to my dad anymore. He moved to a small town in England, where he keeps everything to himself, and he barely talks to the world.
I walk into the room with my cup in my hands, and see that my mom has fallen asleep. I sit down on a chair, and look at her. I'm scared of losing her one day. I know everyone dies, but this person that means everything to me, deserves longer than she gets.
My mom has been talking about what i should do when she dies. I could go to a fosterhome, or live with another family, but that's something i could never get used to. I'm 18, i can make my own choices, and maybe.. Live on my own as well.
