Adrenalin

Chapter 2 - Hayden

Okay so now Hayden's POV. Personally I love writing as Hayden. Hopefully this is more interesting than the last chapter. Enjoy! xo
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I added  photo of Hayden for you so you can get an idea. Sorry its such bad qaulity, I had to take a photo of my computer screen because it was being stupid and ugh -.-
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The career counsellor had left a note for me, requesting I visit his office after third period. I’d already had my counselling session; I don’t know what he wanted from me this time.
            I chuck my books in the locker and shove it shut. The damn thing never closes properly. I make my way down the corridor towards the offices. The counsellor’s office is a tiny cupboard size room tucked away in the corner, containing only a desk, two chairs and a filling cabinet.
            Mr Jacobs lounges back in his chair with his legs stretched out. He’s pretty young, with short cropped hair and blue eyes. The girls always look forward to their career counselling sessions.
             “Hey man, how are you? Have a seat.” Mr Jacobs stands and shakes my hand.
           I sit in the chair opposite his desk as he sits too. He opens the file in front of him and furrows his eyes brows. “It says here you’re filling your spare periods with Business classes?”
          I nod. “Yeah.”
        “You’re interested in becoming a business man?” Mr Jacobs asks.
         Well, not exactly but that’s what dad wants. “Yes.” I answer.
       “Hmm,” Mr Jacobs says. He cocks an eyebrow, making it clear he doesn’t believe me. “Are you sure about that?”
            No. “Yes.”
            “Right. That’s all then,” He says, dismissing me. Well, that was completely pointless. I only just reach the door when he says, “Remember, Hayden, it’s your future.”
            I leave. Not in my household it isn’t.

*

           I chuck my keys in the bowl near the front door as I walk in. This house is actually too big. Like, it’s completely unnecessary. There are only three of us now. We don’t need five bedrooms, two bathrooms, plus a study, theatre room and a library. I hate this place. Everything reminds me of my sister; the photos of her, her drawings, the wall she helped dad paint, the stain glass window she made with mum and worst of all, her room. Mum didn’t want to get rid of it and she wanted the door open at all times, so there’s no way for me to avoid it if I want to get to my room.
          I stop at the door and peer inside. It’s still exactly the same as it was on The Night, as we now refer to it. It’s still all pink and purple and bright. Newly folded washing sits on the bed. Mum’s been doing her washing again, even though she’s been gone a year.
            “Hayden?” A soft voice comes from behind me.
            Mum leans against the wall in her yellow summer dress. She used to be gorgeous. That dress used to fit her perfectly. Now it hangs off her fragile, bony frame. Her hair is now a mix of grey and brown and her eyes look shallow, lacking the warmth they used contain.
             “Hey, mum.”
             “Hi honey, how was school?” She asks.
          “Fine.” I answer, breaking her gaze and looking into my sister’s room.
              “How do you like the Business classes?”
               She knows perfectly well how much I like those classes. “They’re fantastic.” I say sarcastically.
             Mum sighs. “You know your father only wants the best for you. He wants you to make a good living for yourself so you can provide for your own family.”
             “There are other things besides business, mum.”
             “Like sailing? How are you going to make a living out of sailing?”
              I could if I was good enough. “Can you really see me in a suit working behind a desk for the rest of my life?”
              She smiles. “No. You’re too much like your grandfather.”
             He taught me to sail when I was six and continued to until cancer took him from me. It took the only personal in the whole world who understood me. And then it took my thirteen year old sister, the one who made me feel special. She made me feel wanted. And then Daniel left – medication mixed with alcohol a year after Katie died. But we aren’t allowed to speak of him anymore, dad won’t allow it. Apparently he was a disgrace to the family. Most people don’t even know that there was another son.
                So now I have no one.
          “I miss her.” We’re not allowed to say Katie’s name anymore.
               Mum puts on a brave smile. “Me too.”
               “Is dad home?” I ask.
               “No. He’s working late tonight.” Again.
               Thank God. “I’m going down to the harbour.”