Can You See Me/Can You Hear Me

Awful Ski Trip

Connor was interrupted from his attempt at a nap when the bedroom door opened, making light flash in his eyes. He squeezed them closed tightly, rolling over so he was facing the wall in hopes whoever woke him would get the hint and go away. The person shook his shoulder. He groaned and turned his head, cracking his eyes open.

    Zoe stood in front of the bed, arms pulled back slightly. 'Get up,' she said, 'we're doing the ski trip a week early.'

    'And nobody told me this, why?' Connor signed lazily, hoping Zoe was able to understand.

    'You would've found any excuse to stay home and you haven't been there in years. And i don't want to hear dad yelling.' Zoe pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. 'So hurry up and pack, we're leaving in two hours.' She took a few steps so she was standing in the doorway. 'Please try not to fight anyone.' She left and closed the door behind her.

    Connor sighed and buried his face into his pillow, hoping it would suffocate him or at least make him pass out so he could get a few more minutes of sleep. But then Larry would come in and for some reason, Connor wanted to listen to Zoe's advice. So, he rolled out of bed. Literally.

    He hissed when he landed. He lifted his right wrist and moved it a little. Dull pain shot through it. He might not be able to get out of the trip, but maybe he could use a slightly sprained wrist to get out of actually skiing.

    He pushed himself off the dirty floor. He looked at the small rug he stood on and wedged his toes between the thick, woven wool. He should vacuum it soon. But that was a job for another day.

    He dragged his tired self over to his dresser. He dug through the pile of unfolded and wrinkly shirts until he found one he liked. It was a Set It Off shirt. He used to listen to them when he was in eighth grade.

    He slipped it on and didn't bother searching for pants as he was wearing the ones from yesterday. As long as there wasn't a noticeable stain, he didn't care if they were clean or not. Then again, even if there was a stain, he still wouldn't care.

    He took out two more random shirts and threw them on his bed, knowing very well that the chances of changing his clothes over the weekend were low. He threw one pair of jeans over there too. He closed the dresser and made his way over to the closet. He dragged out a small suitcase from the far back and let it trail behind him as he walked over to his bed.

    He quickly packed the shirts and jeans. He walked over to his small bookshelf and kneeled down, searching for a specific book. He spotted The Little Price and pulled it out. He ran his fingers across the slightly torn cover.

    He stood up and made his way over to his bed. He put the book on top of the clothes, along with his phone charger. He zipped up the suitcase and rolled it over to his door. He let it rest against the wall next to it and walked out of his room.

    He was not looking forward to a two hour drive with his family.

When they got to the Harrises large cabin, Connor's mood changed drastically. His face turned into a scowl whereas he had a somewhat peaceful expression during the drive. Which was probably due to the fact that he was sleeping the entire time and didn't have to see his parents bicker.

    Cynthia and Larry entered the cabin first. Then Zoe, then Connor. Connor made a beeline for the old staircase when someone latched onto his arm. He immediately thought it was Evan before remembering where he was.

    He turned to face the person and pulled his arm away. Cynthia had a pleading expression etched on her face. Connor sighed and moved with them into the large sitting room. The Harrises sat on one of the couches by the wall across the room.