His hands were cool to the touch. It was almost like touching a dead body. That was a bad thing to think about. That's the last thing I want him to be... just another dead body. I slowly moved closer to his cool white forehead and leaned down and gave a gentle kiss. I see out of the corner of my eye, Johns eyes flutter open. Those beautiful green eyes. Finally I can see those eyes again. He looked at me and with a rough whisper said "Diggs?" I couldn't help but smile and reply
"ZO! YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED!" My dad yells from down stairs.
Jesus Christ I wasn't paying attention to the time. It was already 8:00 am. Shit.
"COMING!" I yell back at him. I hurriedly save what I was typing, close the tab, then close the lid to my laptop. I shove it in my black school bag and jump out of bed. I head towards my closet and open it up revealing an array of different shades of black and greys.
"I'm in a good mood today." I think out loud to myself as I pull out a white t-shirt (Ooo scandalous!) and a pair of black leggings. I swiftly take my oversize t-shirt off and throw it in my laundry basket.
Ok step by step come one Zoey we got to be Fast and the Furious this morning.
Bra: check
Underwear: check
Deodorant: check
Shirt: check
Pants: check
Socks: check
Scrunchy: check
My oversized denim shirt that hasn't been washed in a couple of days: check
Backpack with books: check
Emergency Money: I got 5 bucks does that count?
Teeth brushed: eh, I brushed them last night I should be fine.
Ready to seize the day: nope.
Good all ready.
I run downstairs to the sweet smell of Dave's cheese scrambled eggs. "What do I owe the pleasure of such delicacies?" I say sitting down at the counter ready for food.
"Because I'm tired of eating frosted flakes every morning and I have to be a good dad and make breakfast since I don't have a good daughter to make it for me!" He says sarcastically as he plops a portion of fresh scramble on my plate.
"I'll make dinner tonight." I said eating the cheesy breakfast as quickly as possible.
"And what do I owe that pleasure?" Dad says with a dramatic shocked expression.
"It's Friday. I have no plans so why not?!" I said hopping off my stool and grabbing my backpack. "Gotta run." I said making my way towards the front door.
Sneakers: check
"I'm going to be at work a little later tonight. I need to discuss the new complex with Fred. I'll text you when I'm done." He said as he took my dirty dish from the counter and proceeded to put it in the sink and begin washing it.
"Ok. Bye." I say opening up the front door and closing it behind me. "Late again!" I hear from behind me.
Sarcasm. James.
I turn to see James with wet hair, obviously had a shower, and his black rimmed glasses on. He was wearing his Thor shirt today with a pair of faded jeans and his worn out Vans."You know one of these days your gonna miss the bus and I'm not gonna be here to save your ass." He said swinging his car keys around his fingers. "Thank you!" I said running to his navy blue pickup truck and hopping in the passenger seat. He got in and started the car. The old engine roared and the stereo turned on playing James's mixtape.
"So why you late today?" He asked as he concentrated backing out of my driveway onto the road. "I was..." usually I came up with some lame excuse as to why I was late but I guess the secret was out. "Writing." I finished.
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Ficțiune adolescențiZoey Charm is 17 years old and dedicates her life to being a fan of her favourite TV show, John Silver. She is not only a fan, but she makes other fans dreams come true; she made the ship Siggs, Detective John Silver and his partner Cameron Diggs...
