The Little Things I See

Chapter Two

"Leah, are you okay?" my Mom asked

I had been staring into space,"Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem very out-of-it."

"No, I'm fine."

"All right, if you say so."

Of course I'm not okay! I'm not going to tell her that! Who in their right mind tells their Mom about their problems! I don't need her to start prying into my life(even though I don't have one).

"Sweetie, finish your breakfast so you don't miss the bus."

"Okay."

I went to grab my backpack and headed to the front door.

"Bye Leah."

" Bye Mom," I took a step back," bye Dad."

He looked up from his Laptop for a second," Oh. Bye Leah."

That "Bye" from my Dad is probably the most interaction I 'll have with him all day. He's always on his phone taking a call, or on his laptop working on a report. I rarely get to talk to him, even on weekends, it makes me wonder how on earth he even had time to marry my Mom.

I walked through the door and started for the bus stop when Irene ran up next to me. "Hey, Leah!

I smiled," Hey Irene, walking to school?"

She answered "Yep. The Armstrong Academy starts an hour after your school, I have time."

"Irene, I know that, I've known you since kindergarten."

"Anyway, did you see any more of the little people last night?"

"Yeah, I did. There was a blue one, and an orange one."

Irene flipped her little pad open and began to write.

"An orange one! There hasn't been an orange one before!"

Okay, a little backstory on this. Irene and I went to the same elementary school, and we became best friends. In middle school, however, we had to go to different schools because of our parents. When I told her she didn't really believe me, but her grandmother got her to believe, but that's a long story for later. Since then she's been obsessed with them and is trying to get all the data she can. Once we reached my bus stop, we said goodbye and she walked on to her school. I was the first one there( like always) and I waited. Soon enough I saw the group of other kids that are at my stop. "Oh no," I muttered to myself as they got closer,

"here come the others."