Accidentally

Breakdown

I sat in the bed of a red pick up, plucking the strings of my guitar. The sun was just rising over the tops of the trees and the birds were just starting to wake. I stopped strumming and took a breath of the morning air and rested my head against the window. I was going to miss this old truck, no matter how many times it made me late too events by not starting properly, or the countless times its broke down in the middle of the road, it was still my dads truck and i loved it. My real dads truck that is, my step dad John drives a Prius. Hes not a bad a guy or anything, just his choice in cars is questionable. John has been my step dad sense i was three, and i don't have a sob story as to why my real dad isn't here anymore, i just know that he left when i was young, and my mom wont spare me any details other than his name is Phil and that the big old red truck is his. And thats good enough for me because in my mind hes a plastic surgeon who knows Kim Kardashion personally, and i for one think that's better than any sort of truth my mom could tell me about him.

I decided to get out of the truck the moment i heard thunder rolling in, i knew the sun wasn't going to last long, especially here in Oregon. I strapped my guitar to my shoulder and began walking through the fields back to my house, i live in a very small town called Waterloo where the population is only 250 people, and my house is literally in the middle of no where. The closest sign of civilization is a mini mart 16 miles west, but the solitude of being out here all by myself with my parents has never really bothered me, i mean I'm not ecstatic about being miles away from other human beings all the time, but i don't necessarily hate it either. When i reached my front door i immediately kicked off my muddy shoes, because i knew if i didn't my mother would be upset because "i tracked mud through the whole house" and she had "just mopped" which we all know is false because she only mops on Wednesdays and today is a Monday. As i walk in I'm hit with the bitter smell of coffee which indicates John is awake. I lay my guitar on the couch and enter the kitchen to get my own steaming 'cup of joe.'

"Good morning Johnny boy" I say filling my micky mouse mug up with coffee and vanilla creamer.

"Don't ever, ever, call me that again, Catherine" he chuckles bringing his own mug to his lips.

"Well, John, don't you ever call me Catherine again," i wave my finger at him "its just Wren."

He lets out a deep laugh before pulling me under his arm and kissing the top of my head "i know sweetheart"

"Wheres mom? Shes usually up by the butt crack of dawn" I laugh to myself because i really have no room to talk, ever sense i can remember I've been waking up before the sun. I guess i know where i get it from.

"Its only eight dear,"

"Eight rhymes with late" i mumble with a mouthful of trail mix.

John raised his eyebrows and gave me that 'seriously' look. "sorry continue"

"Your mother woke with a head ache and decided to take a bath around seven"

"Oh alright," i began to get anxious and started to bite my nails, i habit I've always had and always will.

"whats wrong Wren?" John set down his mug

"Nothing," i lied "Why do you ask?"

"I've lived with you long enough to know when you're worried about something, whats up?"

"i don't know its just its already eight fifteen and the drive to Eugene is about an hour, but me and Stevie were talking on the phone last night and she said she went up to Eugene yesterday and there was road work going on so she had to take a detour which added another thirty minutes to the drive, and not to mention the traffic in town is going to be wild so we wont even be on campus until at least ten thirty and i know we're not even supposed to be there until noon but you don't know how many people are going to show up early and i don't want to be stuck i a huge crowd for-"