Jigsaw

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"Serves you right," I quip at Nick as we jog up the stairs. "It's karma for pouring water on me."

Nick just huffs and storms into her room.

I smile to myself. This almost makes up for her little prank she pulled this morning. It would be better if I could go and she had to stay at home, doing regular school, but this is good enough for now. I'll come up with some way to repay her after camp.

When I shut the door to my room, I dance around a little, celebrating my victory. For a while during that conversation, or argument, I was sure mum and dad were going to listen to Nick and say no.

But I was pleasantly surprised. So I hum one of my favourite songs and dance badly.

Once I'm done dancing, I grab my phone and text Chance.

I have good news! Parents said all good to go to camp! :) Doin' ma happy dance

And Nick OK?

Nope. Payback :)

Oh, sweet, sweet revenge! See you tomorrow ;)

Bye!

Then I flop down on my bed and pull my homework out of my schoolbag. 

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After an hour of trigonometry, my clock reads 9:08pm, and dad knocks on the door, telling me to get ready for bed.

"Okay," I reply, and stuff my (likely all incorrectly done) maths work into my bag for tomorrow and rush downstairs to brush my teeth.

Nicks in the bathroom too, dressed in her pyjamas; a simple black tee and fleece pink and black leopard print pants.

"Hey," I smirk underneath my smile. "So, how are you getting to Lil's?"

"She's coming to pick me up." She doesn't make any eye contact. She just brushes her teeth with an angry look in her eye.

"Are you excited?" I ask, purely just to press her buttons.

"Yes." She growls.

"Good," I start brushing. "I'm glad."

"You don't have to rub it in!" She snaps. She spits out the frothy toothpaste and storm up into her room.

Once I'm done brushing my teeth I run back upstairs.

My room is fairly ordinary for a teenagers room. It has a bed in one corner, then on the back wall that the head of the bed is up against is a small daybed in the wall with a blue cushion to cover the bottom, two decorative white pillows and a striped blue and white blanket. I really like my daybed; it has a nice view of the street, and I often do my homework there, or just nibble on something while watching cars and people walking dogs go by.

On the wall opposite the bed is my dark brown closet that matches my bed and my desk that's next to the closet. On my desk I have my schoolbooks, lamp, pencil cup and a three framed pictures; one of Nick and I, one of my parents, and one of Chance and me.

I've been asking mum and dad for a computer for ages, but they have never given in, saying that I work now, and it's my responsibility to pay for my own 'luxuries'.

I have a job at a café, Coffee & Chill. I know, a very cliché first job, but I really love working there. I met one of my good friends besides Chance there; Laura, the waitress. It's a very small café; one waitress every day (Laura works full time), one barista (me, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday evenings after school from three thirty until seven, which is when it closes, and from nine in the morning 'till twelve on Saturdays), and a few chefs, whom I don't know very well.