Chapter 1: Day Dreamer
His voice was deep. Soothing. His wavy brown hair flowed down to his perfectly shaped shoulders. His eyes, god, his emerald coloured eyes shined like stars in the night sky. When he laughed his whole body laughed along with him. His scent was sweet and rosy.
But the one thing that made what I felt for this boy much more than a petty little crush was his adorable, wide, smile. His deep dimples curved beautifully at the corners of his peachy lips. Simply everything about him was irresistible.
"Riley?!" Mr. Jackson snapped at me.
I drew my attention away from my desk only to find him towering over me.
"Do you or do you not know the answer to my question?" His voice was more mean than usual.
Every pair of eyes in the class seemed to be staring right at me.
Damn it. I must have been day dreaming again.
"Uh... What was your question Sir?" I answered.
I could hear the kids in the back start giggling.
"Quiet!" Mr. Jackson yelled.
"Better start paying attention in class Miss Peterson, or you'll find your self in Denention"
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir" I could feel my cheeks turn warm and I moved my eyes to the board in frount of me and tried my hardest to focus, but the inevitiable came and it took less than five minuets for me to completely drift off again.
Before I knew it it was time to pack up.
I looked out the window right next to my school seat. Of course it was raining. It had been pouring down pretty much every day that had gone past in the last 3 weeks. I missed the sun, I missed the warmth on my skin and the dryness in the air and I realised that maybe one day, I wouldn't even remember what that felt like.
I started packing up my things and shoving them in my bag. When my desk was clean and I was finally ready to leave pretty much the whole school had cleared out. I wasn't the fastest person at anything but I didn't really mind the idea of walking down the corridors without being trampled by the rest of the seniors running to catch up with their crack head friends.
Something that I knew wasn't going to be very pleasant was the long walk home. Having the cold, harsh rain pouring over my body for the majority of 30 minuets wasn't something I was willing to look forward to.
I live with my father and brother in a small cottage on a property two miles from St. Joseph's High School.
Somewhere Dad thought would be a good place to drag us out too. A place where we could spend more time outside instead of being 'cooped' up in a tiny apartment in the city. But I know the real reason Dad left was because of Mum. Seeing her everywhere he went. I guess the memories were too much.
