An undeniable uplifting feeling spread through the household, Ammy was going to school.
She had told her mother and her mother told her she loved her but she was busy. Ammy packed a whole grain sandwich with lettuce and tomato for her lunch and she had filed her fingernails. She sat on the kitchen counter drinking her ice cold glass of full cream milk for breakfast.
She was happy, you could say. She was excited and just a little nervous. School wasn't worthy of her thoughts, she just didn't care about it at all. But every feeling and thought, positive or negative, was about her friends.
That boy was long gone for now, when this rush of back to school excitement subsides, the boy will probably resurface in her mind.
And in a moment of realisation, the second the school gate shuts with a loud clank behind her, she is officially back at school. Her friends waving her over.
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His phone went off. For Harry it was way too early to even function, his brain could hardly control his body and his subconscious kept rolling in and taking him back into dreamland like the soft waves of the ocean against the sand of the shore. He was glad it was Friday.
When he finally reached his phone he realised it was actually Thursday.
Thursday at 11:59 AM to be precise, and his cause for consciousness was a measly text from his father.
He sat up and scratched his head while opening the text.
Hello son, please pick Gemma up from school today. In case you've forgotten, school ends at 3:30.
Why? Was all Harry text him back.
She told me to tell you that I was busy, but she just wanted to see you. She misses you.
Harry missed Gemma too, he's getting caught up in being a young man and surviving on his own and making love to others, tattooing his body and documenting life cycles of fucking plants that he's forgotten his plan to rid himself of routines and care for his sixteen year old sister.
He didn't text back. He got ready.
He tugged up in a long coat and scarf, favourite ripped jeans and boots. He looked so beautiful.
He quickly ate his cereal and headed into town for a small bouquet of flowers before heading to the school.
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It hadn't been years, hadn't event been months, or weeks. But it sure as fuck felt like it.
Even the uniform felt different, the looks were different, the teachers were different. What had happened in the days she was gone that made her feel this way?
Everyone was as friendly and flirty as ever. The weather was still miserable. The classes were still pointless. Everyone looked like clones, still! Ammy blamed it on her mummy issues and lack of social interaction. She'd probably be right.
She's so smart.
She forged absent notes for being away, almost perfecting her mum's signature.
She felt alive, everyone was everywhere and there was always something to do. As much fun as she was having, she honestly couldn't wait for home time. She barley had any energy and feels like she could sleep for days.
love, ivy x
