Deal. {Ashton Irwin}

Chapter 8.

Chapter 8:

My head feels like it may explode at each screeching sound coming from my alarm. I try my best to stop the sound but my attempts at doing it with my eyes closed are unsuccessful so I end up following my hand down the plug and yanking it out of the power point.

I groan into my pillow as I pull the blankets off my body.

I came in late last night after I left the basketball courts, with Ashton constantly suggesting outrages songs for me to ‘sing’ at the dumb talent show. I made sure I came in late enough so Jasmine would be asleep.

I look over towards her bed and its empty. I’m positive she was there last night so she must have left early for a change.

I have double food technology first up, so I don’t choose to be casual.

I gather the things I managed to plan out in the dark last night and head for the showers.

I pass a few early risers that are probably heading for the library to finish of homework or study. 

I still need to check out the universities library, heard its massive, plus I need to find a quiet place to do my basketball homework due tomorrow.

I keep my head low as I pass Kate’s room, just in case she opens the door at the time I walk past.

I haven’t really thought about the poor girl has to share a room with her, nor has anyone really.

I’m stuck with Jasmine, Lucy has Abby and that only leaves Kate. I’ll have to find that out.

Emily’s family is probably the wealthiest family here, and her mum wants the best so Emily gets her own individual dorm, with a double bed and own bathroom. Only a good handful of families pay for that living arrange for their child.

My mother offered, but she has my little brother to take care of. My brother was born with down syndrome, so my mother takes a lot of time out of her day to take care of him.

He’s 12 now, so he may have slight memories of dad, but I doubt he understood who he was then, so when my father passed, it didn't have a great effect on him as it did me.

My mum does everything humanly possible to look after my brother, John is his name. 

It broke my heart leaving them, John and I used to have our own room where we would paint the walls and floor. Before I left I painted over 3 of the walls in white, so he could tell me the advantages he would do once I’m gone. I left one wall which olds the memory of him first learning my name.

He would call me Ca up until he was 9 years old and then one night he called me Cassie, writing it with blue pain from his finger onto the wall. Although he spelt it was a K I still cherish the moment.

For days John would write my name in different colours all over that one wall, and I still held the same excitement like it was the first time.

I’m not a sister to him, I’m his best friend, so incase he ever forgets the fun activities we used to do, he will always remember me through the best memories painted across the wall.

I reach the door of the bathrooms and enter onto the cold tiles, whining at the change of temperature along the surface.

To my luck, the bathroom isn't that busy.

I choose the shower on the end, walking into the small inclosed space and pulling the curtain shut behind me, closing off all possibilities for anyone to see me as they walk past.

I place my clothing on the seat provided which is  against a wall beside the shower head.

I slip out of my sleep wear and quickly turn on the warm water, just before stepping under it.