Inheritance

Chapter 10

Super sorry, I missed like 2 updates insert see no evil monkey emoji. I am gonna try and update today, tomorrow and Wednesday to try and get back on schedule. (Random: Am I the only one that pronounces Wednesday as Wed-ness-day when I spell it?) 

BTW previous Chapter was a dream, hence all the Italics.

I open my eyes to the first rays of sun kissing my cheeks. Here and there I can hear the twitter of earlybirds and the rustle of leaves as a breeze flows through the branches next to my window. I check my phone for the time. I have a voice note from my parents at 00:01 of them singing me happy birthday and apologising for not being here this morning. My dad's offkey singing coupled with my mom's angel voice brings a smile to my face. Ami and Chris have also sent me birthday messages along with a couple of people from school and an adorable picture from Sofia.

By the time I am done replying to everyone I need to hustle, or I'll be late catching a ride with Amicitia. I grab a T-shirt from my cupboard with a little cartoon of a frog playing a piano with a teddy bear sitting beneath, saying Une autre année, toujours pas de bisous, it means another year, still no kisses. Ami got me it as a joke when I turned thirteen and it's become kind of like a tradition for me to wear it on my birthday. It's not like anyone ever actually knows what it means.

I head down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. In the fridge is a container with my name on it and a squiggly smiley face with a party hat. Trifle!!! My parents remembered the silly birthday breakfast. I happily munch on swiss cake, jelly and custard while waiting for Ami to show up.

Finally, I hear her car rumbling up the driveway as I make my way outside. I hear a car door open and close as I lock up behind me. As I turn around I yelp, nearly beheading Ami when I nearly jump three feet and change my blood group six times. "What the hell Ami!!! You just about gave me a heart attack!" She giggles! Fricken giggles like a schoolgirl while I am clutching my heart. Desperately trying to keep the poor thing from leaping out of my chest. She rolls her eyes and hugs me. "Happy Birthday Katei!!! Seventy-one looks good on you!" She lets go of me and gives me a once-over. "You wore the shirt! But seriously? Sweatpants? On your birthday! Come on girl!"

She starts to drag me to the car while berating my wardrobe choices, but what can I say? If I have to go to hell on my birthday, I may as well be comfortable.

The ride to school is fun and filled with birthday-themed jokes. Chris is waiting for us in the school's parking lot when we get there. "Haaaapppyyy Biiiiiirthdaaaay toooooo yo-"

"Shut up you belting buffoon! No one needs to know it's my birthday today. Besides, you're so off note that you climbed on to a different dimension where you hurt dogs' ears." I stick my tongue out at Chris, just to show I appreciate his, ear shattering, effort.

Amicitia chuckles, "I can't say she's wrong love. The truth is the truth." Chris rolls his eyes. "You guys are just jealous that I sing better than you," he responds blandly. Ami and I make eye contact and burst out laughing.

The sad truth is that Chris, off key and all, sounds a lot better a than Ami and I could ever sound on key. It's one of the few things Ami shouldn't do, and one of the many things I can't. Not that it stops us though, there's a very, very good reason Chris no longer rides with us to school. He "would like to keep his ears in tact and not bleeding", coward. I think he was just tired of the sappy love songs that make girls expect the impossible out of relationships. And I will keep believing that for my poor ego's sake.

We walk through the doors and to our lockers which are, fortunately close to each other and, unfortunately, right across from Livore and her clique's lockers. She is standing in front of her open locker, putting on her (probably) 50th layer of lipstick. Doing that weird kissy-smacking thingy after her lips look like she dipped them in blood.

I put in the combination to my locker as Livore takes out her bag and both Ami and Chris open their lockers to my right. I hear a pitying sigh behind me. "Well, if it isn't the smartest girl in our year. The only girl who not even the lowest of losers wants to kiss. You know that's why you're 17 and never been kissed right? You're just too yucky for anyone to find you kissable." I turn around, rolling my eyes so hard they might fall out, to find Livore smirking over her oh-so-clever-and-hurtful (not) remark. "You know what Liv, I am so glad all the guys find me so repulsive then. I'd rather be a hundred and never been kissed than be kissed by the same types of guys that find you kissable." She scoffs and turns around on her dress-code-breaking five-inch heels, swishing her designer skirt and highlighted hair just as the bell rings.

"Do you think it's her shoes' fault that she's always such a..." Ami's quiet for a few seconds, trying to think of a polite way to end her sentence. "Such a female dog?" I help her out. "Maybe, goodness knows I'd be one if I had to try and walk in those death-traps, no matter how pretty they are." Chris snorts and we walk in the direction of our homeroom.

Mr Camico is already standing when we walk in and take our seats, he isn't bad as far as homeroom teachers go. He's nice and a bit younger than some of the dinosaurs we call teachers. "So kids, you guys know I like to make use of homeroom to help you guys grow up to be okayish grown ups. Today I want to know about your dreams. Not for the future, the ones you have while sleeping. Like last night's dream dream you had." A groan echoes through the class when Mr Camico picks up a stack of papers and starts to place it on our desks. "I want you to write down your last dream, with as much detail as you can recall, as well as a summary of what you think it means. You have the last twenty minutes of homeroom to finish it or I pull some strings to keep you after school. And keep it PG 13 please, I am looking at you Ack. I do not want to have to call parents. Understand?" A bunch of affirmations are said at once as most of us take out our pencils and start writing about our snooze time entertainment.

All three of us put our heads down and start to work, not wanting to give up our after-school plans for something as silly as this. I write my name at the top of the page and start to think about what I am going to write about. I swear I dreamt of something last night. I remember a lot of green, probably a park or forest with a whole bunch of trees, but I feel like I am missing something, a whole lot of something to be honest.

I write down some stuff about nature preservation and forests. Handing my paper in just as the bell rings for first period. I have a feeling today is going to be a long one.

Lunch feels like heaven after the first couple of classes of the day. AP Calc kicked my backside and Physics wasn't much better. I see Ami and Chris for the first time since home room, and of course they're smooching. Gross. "Keep the PDA to a minimum would ya. Some of us really wouldn't like to barf today." Ami sticks her tongue out at me as she and Chris move a bit farther away from each other. Chris shoves a brown paper bag my way, rolling his eyes. "Here you go Miss Queasy McQueasypants. My parents thought you might like something not-horrendous for lunch on your birthday." I thank him and slowly grab the bag, trying to hide my eagerness.

I have never met his parents, but their food and I are well acquainted. Angel food, ambrosia, heaven, whatever you want to call it. As I open the bag the sweet smell hits me first. When I see what it is I nearly jump up and kiss him. Date Fingers!!! The only dates I ever need. I scarf down half a dozen as we chat and finalise the plans for this afternoon. Safe to say, I was extremely agreeable to everything they suggested. Hmmm... Yummy date fingers.

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Check out the print on her t-shirt (The pic at the top) I had fun making it. (mini shout out)