Le Petite Rose

four || Mason

For this chapter listen to R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys 

I walk down my driveway to my hand-me-down car; my Mum's old Ford Fiesta. 

The boot was a little scratched up from when we first got my sisters' birthday present, a temperamental rescue kitten who has turned into a grumpy lump that hogs the couch in the evening. 

As I said, the kitten was from a rescue centre, RSPCA if you want to get into it. Behind the bars the kitten seemed mighty peaceful and would even 'meow' bit to get my Dads' attention. My Mum stayed at home to watch over my sister and set up the party. 

My Dad claims that he took 'one look into those precious blue eyes and knew that Jamie' because that was the kittens name at the time, 'was the one.'

A true love story.

We let her out in the boot of the car seeming my Dad drove slower than my Great Grandma, and then she went all temperamental. Flipping all 'round the place and scratching up the wall. It was a nightmare. Absolute nightmare.

So by the time we got home, the boot was in shambles and Mum was horrified to shock because her brand new car was 'totally ruined.' Her words, not mine.

She soon got over it when she saw the kitten, who seemed completely oblivious to the fact that it, only moments ago, was in a rage. We boxed her up with the holes on the side and put a blanket over the box. 

How the cat didn't die of heat, I'll never truely know. 

Although it probably has seen worse, such as the hell and its fire from where it was birthed. 

My sister decided it was acceptable to name her cat after herself, because parents could do that to their children. And that of course, is how all little girls minds work at the early age of 5. 

So that's the short version of the story of how the car boot got ruined by Emmaline Jr.

I started the car and swiftly backed out of the driveway to get to school on time. It was currently 7:23am and school begins at 8 o'clock on the dot. 

I switch between Hot 91.1 and 91.9 Sea fm seeing if I can catch the start of a song.

I pass a popular bus stop that holds a lot of students from my school. I pull over and open the back door when I see Rose turned towards who I recognise as Maybelle Odell, a girl who sits at the back of most of my classes but I can always feel her eyes on the back of my head. Letting Rose in means that she'll probably come in a package deal with Maybelle but I'd take her over Madison Jackson any day. 

Opening the door and pulling aside didn't catch their attention, so I beep my horn and stick my head out of the drivers side window. 

"Get in losers, we're going to school!" I joke, laughing to myself as Rose swiftly turns and crosses her arms at my disturbance. 

She trudges over to the car, pulling Maybelle along who is silently shaking in laughter at Roses' annoyed demeanour instead of her full-on donkey laugh that I hear too often at school during lunch when she was reading something on her phone her boyfriend (now ex) texted her.

I remember when she and Damien broke up, it was tough relationship seeming he moved to Brisbane and they barely had time to see each other. I knew this because Damien was my one of my only friends since primary school and Maybelle and I's friendship was mutual.