Maybe It Was Fate

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Thursday night rolls around and of course I haven't even started packing. The outfits I put together last week have suddenly become hideous and I hate them.

I grab three pairs of jeans, one black pair and two light wash, one with rips in the knees. A place a two tops into a bag. One a black flowy top with spaghetti straps and the other a light blue lacy peplum top. Of course I'll need some casual wear which just consists of a plain band tee and some jean shorts.

Obviously I throw my white converse into the bag as well as a pair of socks. It takes me less than twenty minutes to pack my bag. I grab a small bag shoulder bag for my wallet, some mascara, lip gloss and my phone.

My phone charger has its own special pocket because it's a definite necessity.

When I'm done, I throw the bag to the side of the room and sit on my bed with my eyes closed. One more sleep. Then we get to go to the festival. I looked up the website and did a little research. There's supposed to be a main stage where live acts will perform, a karaoke restaurant place, a petting zoo which I am totally looking forward too and tons of cute little stalls.

There aren't any rides which was disappointing but the whole thing looks super fun. Chris and I are going to have so much fun.

Exhaustion crawls up on me and I find myself heading for the bed. I don't remember falling asleep but the next morning I wake up, my body lying vertically across the bed.

Drowsiness cloaks my body like a raincoat in a storm. When my eyes lock on my overnight bag sitting by the door a smile tugs at my lips. The festival is tomorrow.

I go through my normal morning routine. Quick shower, get dressed, breakfast and a good bye to Michael and my Mum.

I'm out the door, heading to school, earlier than ever before which is something new. My overnight bag is strewn over my shoulder, weighing one side of me down.

I let my eyes follow the cracks in the pavement, like a trail leading me on an adventure. I stop outside Chris' house and wait for him by the mail box. A few minutes go by, which I spend hoisting my bag back up my shoulder and shivering when a cool breeze flurries by. I get so distracted by some ants fighting over a piece of food, I don't even hear Chris come outside.

He appears in front of me, making my heart jump.

"You scared me." I say to him as we walk side by side along the path.

"Did you not see me? I called your name." He tells me, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"I must've been a little out of it," I reply sheepishly with a little shrug, mainly to get my bag back onto my shoulder.

"You could've left your bag at my house you know? Mum would've put it in the car."

I groan and let my arms fall limp beside me in defeat. Chris' laughter fills my ears and he grabs the bag from my arm.

"You don't have to." I tell him.

"Yes I do. Or you'll complain the whole way to school."

Laughter bubbles inside my chest. "You know me too well."

We laugh and joke the rest of the way to school, any worries on my mind flying out of my head like they always do when I'm around him.

We stroll through the front gate, some kids loitering with their friends outside. When we walk through the door, the hum of conversation washes over me.

My mind drifts as I study the people around me. The clothes they're wearing, the way their hair falls, their smiles, their eyes.

I scan my eyes over the halls when they stop on a certain person standing by my locker. A certain green-eyed someone.