Charlotte's P.O.V.
After thanking Tegan, we stayed a little longer before I told him that I needed to get home. It was a short walk, so I had gotten home around nine twenty. Not too late.
Walking inside the house, I quietly closed the back door behind me.
"Charlotte?" I head my mother's voice.
"Yes, mum?"
"Are you ready for school tomorrow?" she asked, making her way out of the kitchen and to me.
"I believe so, yes." I answered, mentally checking everything off as she watched me.
"Homework is finished?" And the list starts verbally now.
"Yes."
"Lunch made?"
"Going to make it now." I replied, although I was confused why she asked that, seeing that I just got home for the first time today.
"Clothes? Anything need to be washed?"
"No, thank you, and I'll do it once I'm finished with my lunch. I'm fine, mum."
Making her way slowly up the staircase, she said, "Okay, then. I'm headed off to bed."
Sighing under my breath, I walked into the kitchen and got out what was needed for my lunch: peanut butter, jelly, bread. The apple could be added in the morning.
I got a knife out of the drawer, then spread the peanut butter and jelly onto the bread, making a sandwich, and slipping it into a plastic bag and placing the bag into a brown lunch bag. I had lunch boxes, but I never cared to use them. If it had a character on it, people knew what you were into, what you liked. I wasn't sure I wanted that.
I set my lunch bag in the fridge, putting every thing away since I was finished, and headed to my room to prepare myself for sleep, or at least try to. There had been a few times when I couldn't fall asleep, and I found myself going through all the pictures Tegan has given me over the past year or so, instead.
Not bothering to shower, I decided to do it in the morning. Standing in front of my closet, I tried to pick out something to wear in the morning. I found a short-sleeve Beatles t-shirt, black skater skirt and black tights, laying them out on a chair along with the dark red combat boots.
I wasn't necessarily tired, so I dug out the photos from Tegan... from today, yesterday, last month. Just about all of them.
They were all so different, yet they were the same. A smile made its way onto my lips as I remembered Tegan taking all these photos. The one of me on the swing from earlier today. The one he took of us both. One from three months when I walked into school with a messy bun, maxi skirt and 'I Believe' t-shirt, coughing at the exact moment he took the picture. Or the picture of myself when I was listening to my iPod, singing along to Bea Miller.
I looked at the pictures until one o'clock in the morning, when sleep found me.
The morning came soon after, and I quickly showered, dressed, and headed towards the kitchen to grab my lunch, skipping the bottled water because I could buy a cold one at school, and started my walk to school, after leaving a note to my mum, saying I'd most likely be home late.
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Charlotte (Shailene Woodley) picture on the side, and the Bea Miller song Charlotte is talking about is also on the side, if you want to hear it, get a taste of what Char likes to listen to.
Peace out ✌
p.s. I know it's short, but hopefully you'll understand in the next chapter. :)
