Claire’s P.O.V.
Written in these walls are the stories I can’t explain…
My music was blasting through my ear buds.
Leave my heart open, but it stays right here empty for days…
It’s only the second week of school and my mom is already nagging about grades.
She told me in the morning she don’t feel the same about us in her bones…
OhEmGee. Sing it Liam.
It seems to me that when I die, these words will be written on my stone…
Can’t my mom drive faster?
And I’ll be gone, gone tonight. The ground beneath me feet is open wide…
Why does my mom have the heat on? It’s the middle of August and it feels like Satan's armpit.
The way that I’ve been holding on so tight, with nothing in between.
“THE STORY OF MY LIFE! I TAKE HER HOME! I DRIVE ALL NIGHT TO KEEP HER WARM AND TIME IS FROOOOZEN!”
“Claire! Have you been listening!?” Mom looks so pissed…
I took the ear buds out of my ears so I could hear. By the look on her face, if I didn’t take them out, she would have.
“What was the question?”
“I asked if you were going to chew gum today. You know how I feel about you getting detention and if you get detention again then I’m going to have to take your phone.” Mama don’t play.
“No, mom. I’ll keep stuff out of my mouth.”
“Good, because if I find out…” we pulled into the school.
“Bye, mom! Love ya!” I got out that car like it was about to explode. I don’t need another mom lecture.
As if the freshman Gods were trying to play some cruel joke on me, I dropped my binder and the papers exploded everywhere. And if you’re thinking, “Oh, Claire, that isn’t so bad.” Think again. Before I could tell my mom to stop, she ran it over, leaving my papers scattered about the road.
“Thanks, mom. You’re the best.” I hissed through my teeth in a voice laced with sarcasm, as she drove off.
I started to pick up my papers, but then, as if the freshman Gods were trying to say sorry, a beautiful man bent down to help me. Once all the papers were returned to my hands, I looked at the boy standing in front of me. He had pale grey eyes and pale skin to match, but not to the point where it’s creepy. It was the perfect shade of pale. He was wearing a maroon beanie to keep his board straight ginger hair in place. The nameless boy was wearing a ‘Vans’ shirt and he was carrying a black Penny board with neon green trucks, and white wheels. He didn't look like he was in high school, but that doesn't mean I can't stare. As I was making my way down his appearance, I saw him moving his mouth.
“Woah.” My mouth was hanging open like a cave. I’m going to choke on a fly.
“Umm, hello?”
“Oh, sorry! Nice board, by the way. Sick trucks!”
“Thanks! You don’t look like someone who would ride?” so naive.
“Yeah! But I ride a Nickel board because my feet are too big for the Penny board! My mom says I’m a niner!” Why did I just say that…?
He just laughed at my awkward foot size, then decided to introduce himself.
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