❝Sleeping Beauty, just because you are awake doesn't mean you can't dream with your eyes open, anyway,❞ he says it so softly his voice barely audible.
I want to kiss him again. I want to kiss him so bad, but I don't. Instead, I make a face and squir...
I'm sorry...I guess. I should not have gone all out on you like that, it's just frustrating, I guess. You should see the look Mum gives me everytime I hand her a new letter to post. She feels sorry for me and looks even worse when I don't get a reply. I want to make this work, Dad. If you think this letter thing is awkward maybe you can call me? You know my number. Love you...
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If you've ever overslept on a Monday, it probably went something like this:
You probably hit the first snooze button and told yourself you wouldn't need to shower because you did last night.
Then, you hit it the second time because you could always eat a breakfast bar on your way to school.
After that, you told yourself that you could spend ten more minutes in bed and jog half the way to school.
Lastly, you said that if you were really that late your brother would've woken you up. Right?
Then it was 8:00 AM and you were still in your pyjamas.
"Shit!" I jump from my bed and run to the bathroom.
My hair is in a tangled pile on my head and I have an additional pimple on my nose.
Great.
But, the real problem is the writing going down my arm saying Prince was here.
I don't recall him leaving last night, so I must have fallen asleep before he left.
I wash my face, brush my teeth and scrub my arm as best as I can but it dyes red and the writing is still very clear.
8:10. Fuck it.
Dancing around my room, I manage to throw my books into my bag and change into my school uniform of a dark blue pleated skirt paired with white socks, a button-up, white shirt, a blue and white striped tie and a blue cardigan because it was too hot for the usual blazer.
"Denzel? Denzel?" I call my brothers name while running downstairs taking three steps at a time.
Part of me hopes that he forgot we had school today, or he too overslept. I would have settled with him sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast as well but the note left on the fridge shattered my heart.
I took the car. Going to a friend's house after school. Call me if it's absolutely necessary. Denzel.
He had left without me. And took the car too, leaving me to run a thirty-minute journey in fifteen. He hadn't woken me up either, he was obviously still mad at me for the fight that got him benched.
I don't blame him.
He asked me to do one thing for him; not ruin his chances. And I went and burnt all chances of the team ever trusting him again.
