Chances

Charlie's Life

Three months and two weeks later...

Charlie's POV

"Charlie, time to get up!" my dad semi-yelled from the kitchen.

I groaned in annoyance, rolled over and hid my face in my pillow.

"Charlie!"

I sighed loudly and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I slid out of bed, walked over to my computer desk to check my phone.

No messages...

I walked out of my room to the bathroom to take a quick shower and do all the other necessary things. I hurried back into my room in a towel, dried myself off and changed into my uniform.

Yes...my school has a uniform...and no it is not a stuck up private school...

Let's just say the elementary and junior high school parents didn't think it was fair to their children that the high school students could wear whatever they wanted while the younger kids were forced into wearing a uniform...which lead to what I am wearing right now...

I brushed the tangles out of my red wavy hair that smells like apricots...love my shampoo! I grabbed my black leather school bag with my school's crest on it and walked out of my room to the kitchen.

"Hey, sleepyhead, what do you want for breakfast?" my dad asked me with a half smile.

I stared at him, dropped my school bag down beside one of the stools at the island and went over to pour myself a bowl of Fruit Loops...don't judge...

"Charlie..." he trailed off sadly.

I gave him a 'shut the heck up before I punch you in the face' look...he got the message and shut his mouth and sat down across from me.

We sat in tense silence, not speaking to each other.

"I'm sorry, kiddo..." he said breaking the silence.

I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "For what?"

He stared at me in surprise at hearing me actually talk to him. He stuttered for a good response.

"Thought so." I stated standing up and putting my bowl in the sink before grabbing my bag and heading out.

"Charlie!" he called after me, chasing after me.

I grabbed my clarinet case before I walked out of the house, not glancing back at him once. "Forget it!" I called back over my shoulder as Libby drove up.

I hopped into the passenger seat, "Bad morning?" Libby asked as she pulled away.

I shook my head, "He was fucking trying to say sorry to me." I stated angrily looking out the window.

Libby sighed, "Charlie, maybe you should try to forgive him...he really is trying."

I rolled my eyes before turning to face my best friend that had a concerned look on her face. "I don't care how many times he tries to say sorry, this is all his fault! No sorry from him will ever fix this fucking mess." I stated bitterly.

Libby nodded slightly in response, dropping the subject entirely. "Are you excited about the football game that is coming up?"

I laughed at that, "Libby, our football team sucks, they never win."

Libby smiled brightly, "I know, I just wanted to get you to your normal self." she said.

I smiled brightly in response, "Thanks, Libby!"

Libby pulled into the student parking lot, both of us hopping out and heading inside the building.

"I really don't want to go to Statistics this early." Libby whined as we walked into the school lobby where everyone hangs out at until it's time for class.