Born and Died 2 Days Apart

Chapter 5: Derek

I wake up on the floor. I have no idea how on Earth I ended up down here, but I did. And it really hurt. I rub my leg where a big bruise is and stand up. Time for breakfast. I slowly trudge down the stairs for what seems like forever until I finally reach the bottom. The smell of pancakes wafts through the air as I sit down at the table.

"Hey!" I hear Andrew scream at Amy. "You're in my chair!"

"Am not!" She replies and crosses her arms.

"Yes you are!"

"Not!"

"You are!"

"Not!"

"Quiet you two," my mom says, with one hand on each of their shoulders. "Andrew, dear, it does not matter who sits in what chair. Choose a chair and sit down please." Andrew doesn't move and inch.

"No! She's sitting in my ch-"

"Now." My mom says and glares at him. He gives a loud huff and sits down. Just as he puts his butt on the seat, my dad walks in and smiles. It is funny how he looks in the morning, his hair messed up, pajamas wrinkled, scruffy chin from not having shaved yet.

"Good morning children!" He bellows and picks up Amy and twirls her around in the air as she squeals with excitement. "Has anyone seen Amy?" She giggles and smiles so wide you can see her cute little dimples.

"Daddy put me down!" She laughs and then dad looks right at her.

"There you are! I was wondering where you went!" He laughs and then sits down in the seat right next to me.

"Whaz up dude? Whatcha doin' bro? Chillin? Sweet dude," My dad says, trying to act young again. I smile and laugh.

"Dad, you don't have to talk like that you know," I tell him as he winks at me.

"Yeah I know. I'm just messing with you...Dude!" He smiles and ruffles my hair. Soon Mom brings out the plates and we all eat. No one says anything while we are eating because the pancakes are so good we are all too busy shoving them in our mouths. In a matter of time I'm finished and I take my plate to the sink to wash it off and put it in the dishwasher. After that I run up the stairs to my room and change into baggy shorts and a basketball t-shirt I got from a camp I did last year. I grab my basketball and rush out the door to the driveway. It's time to shoot some hoops.

I dribble and do a ton of layups, dodging imaginary players and doing tons of slam dunks. I practice my crossover move and my ball dribbling skills. I shoot the ball and I'm about to yell 'Woo yeah! Derek wins again! And the crowd goes wild!' when all of a sudden,

I miss.

The ball goes straight over the hoop and bounces across the street into someone's yard. A girl's yard.

Oh no.

The girl is playing volleyball, bumping the ball over and over again. She is so focused on doing it, that she doesn't even notice the ball drop on the grass nearby.

Maybe I can sneak over and grab it when she isn't looking so she doesn't see me.

I slowly walk across the street to her yard when I stop on the sidewalk right next to her yard. I know that girl. I don't know her name but I've seen her around my school. She has blonde, wavy hair and bright blue eyes, and she is pretty. Really pretty. As I stare at her some more I realize that I really do know her. In fact, she's in all of my classes. Except I don't know her name. I focus back on the basketball. I have to get it. I step onto the grass and I reach down to grab it and place my hand on it. I'm about to pick it up when I notice that there are two hands on the ball, and one of them is not mine.

She grabs the ball too. She looks me in the eye and says....