Who's player number one?

~~Chapter 2~~

"If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do...
you have to keep moving forward."

Martin Luther King Jr.

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Chapter 2

Light.

That's all that filled my brain, the essence of forgotten dreams already taking their place in the back of my mind.

A small yawn escaped my lips as I attempted to sit up and face the dreaded thing called morning.

I was never a morning person. I have genuinely always been amazed by those who enjoy the devils time of day. Especially those who intentionally wake early, when there is no reason to at all.

He was like that. He'd always be up at the break of dawn to go for a jog, or make my mum breakfast.

It's funny how things change so quick. It's also funny how the happiest parts, become the worst to remember.

I shook my head, subconsciously attempting to shake the thoughts within; it half worked I guess.

I stood up, more awake now, and proceeded to dress myself in the casual clothing of jeans and a slightly too tight top, and get myself ready for the day ahead.

I plastered the signature 'smile' on my face and let my head fill with distractions as I leave the house ready for school.

It was my final year here and I intended to make the most of it.

Which should mean that I have a plan of what to do with my life, arrangements for the next step and a life to look forward to...

Not.

I was beyond lost. While everyone around me found themselves, I just seemed to get further away.

I silently slipped through the house scared of waking my mum before she needed to, with the night shifts she has been taking, she needs all the sleep she can get.

Once I successfully made it out, I grabbed my keys out of my bag and hopped into my Beetle, humming along to whatever song was on the radio; letting my mind drift once again.

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The morning had past like a blur, and it was already lunch.

I'd just grabbed my food from the Canteen and I made my way slowly to my usual spot under the blossom tree at the very bottom of the field.

This was my tree. It is always beautiful, even on the coldest snowy day it stands tall above everything.

I loved it most at this time of year though, it's pale pink blossom radiated brightly making it stand out above all the rest.

I smiled to myself appreciating the smaller things.

In my trace, I failed to notice as I threw my shoulder bag down on something abnormal, or rather someone.

A weird groan echoed and I jumped in panic and stared at the hand that lay trapped under my bag.

My eyes trailed up the arm of said hand resting on a all too familiar face.

Jaymes.

'Omg, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there'