When The Sparks Fly

The Day Begins

1. Worst Start To The Day That You Can Have.

I am Donald just the regular school going kinda kid in Central town New York going with the monotonous beat of life. Anyway my day generally starts at seven in the morning and end by ten at night. Well this wasn't everyday and Sundays generally gift me few extra hours of sleep so my alarm clock which was shaped like a flame was cooing away.
It was nine and anytime now a ferocious volley of knocks would rain down on the door so I hurriedly pulled off the comforter and kicking it off the bed glanced out of the window that was just beside my bed.

A gush of wind blew through the wide crack in the glass, the sun was high in the sky and a dry dusty wind blew, but I was never bothered by heat. It was always the winter that brought sorrow to me.

I stepped off the bed and found something really crunchy and disgusting below my foot. It was a letter and it was disgusting because my classmate Casey lives next door to us in our apartment and she has a urge to irritate me in every way possible and THIS certainly was one of her signature styles! I picked it up and almost got a shock it was referred to me but in a very hurried writing which I recognised as Casey's mum. My mum and her mum are childhood friends.
But in no way that reduced my disgust for that ridiculous girl.
I opened the letter pretty gingerly and I swear I was rather afraid to know what was written in it.
It read,
"Donald, Casey got really sick in the morning and had to be taken to the hospital she told to inform you that at twelve noon today guys had the Sunday school the church parson would be coming please present her apologies to the good parson
Julie Casey's mom"
And that was it and it had been a genuine letter and not a prank by that vagabond cause it after all had no punctuations except the first comma in the first line.
I hopped off the bed and poked my head out of my room's door and yelled- "MOM I AM GOING TO GET A BATH!!!"
"Okay dear!" - came the reply.
I first took a pair of jeans from the washed basket and a red T-shirt and laid it on the bed and almost ripped the towel off the hook and went in the bathroom. It must have taken me hardly half an hour to get ready and be at the breakfast table. Richard too was there,  he is my stepdad and he was sitting there by the window smoking on his English pipe. The smoke curled from his pipe to the rhythm of the honking cars out on the road.

I hated Sunday school an seriously I had forgotten about today's class with the parson. Last time the bishop had come and I was discovered sleeping at the sermon. So waking to this was the last straw.

2. I doze off!
Sundays also meant bacon and beans with broccoli for breakfast. Today there was maple syrup on the bacon. I licked the last crumbs off my plate and glanced at my wrist and SHOOT I had forgotten my wrist watch I hurried to my room and grabbed it and wore it. It's belt was almost worn out. But it was something I would never be able to discard. It was all that was left of dad after he died years ago in a bus accident.
' Ohhh no, its no time for flashbacks Donny move your ass, you don't wanna miss the only bus to school.' So I rushed out again and met mum on the way.
"Bye mum by the way I Dont think I have enough bucks for the bus fare."
"Oh wait a moment dear mommy will give you the money. Here, darling I hope 20 dollars would be enough for two days."
"Sure mom, bye!"
I got out at the nick of time and got the bus. I was a regular boarder so I had the token fare ready I took 2 dollar coins and 15 one cent coins and put it in the slot and took my ticket. It was a two way pass. It is an hour's drive to the school in a bus as it had to stop at all the stops and if it avoided any the driver would not get his pay.
It was 11:45 AM when I reached the school is a ten minute walk from the bus stoppage. I had to wait for sometime in the class alone and started to get restless and just then the other students came in and I had company.
The parson was 10 minutes late and apologized for it. He brought barley sugars with him every time he came. Today also he had one for everyone. He started his boring speech which was word to word same to the last time he came.
"He must be good at remembering" said Drake. He was my partner in crime.
I smiled a watery smile and put down my head I felt tired after playing 8 matches on my video game.
Won 6 out of the 8. Best win streak....and then I dozed off.
I woke up to "You unholy child Dont you fear the almighty? Sleeping in a sermon!!" said the parson.
"Sir I better prefer to love god and who loves god cannot fear him.". I said obstinately.
"You may leave Sire if you are so uninterested in the sermon."
" With all due respect sir I too would request your leave" said Drake.
"Who am I to stop you but you sinners will be punished."
"We'll see to that SIR." we replied in unison.
And we walked out.