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vii - a feeling

g w e n:

I ate my breakfast in utter tranquility-- something I often did not do. Normally, Luke and I had breakfast like complete idiots. Laughing, arguing, or flinging pieces of sugary cereal at one another became a daily routine for us that when he didn't show up at the table this morning, life suddenly felt off-kilter. So I sat there by myself stirring my spoon around in soggy cereal, listening to music and wondering where my favorite blonde ran off too. I thought maybe he never came home after sneaking out last night, but I could've sworn I heard him talking on the phone when I woke up this morning.

Buzz. Buzz.

From Lucas Hemmings - 8:05
Sorry for ditching you.
Couldn't face my mum this morning.
I'll explain at school.

To Lucas Hemmings- 8:07
It's cool. I'll see you later... Lucas ;P

From Lukas Hemmings - 8:08
Later... Gweneth o.O

I rolled my eyes with a smirk, looking down at the glowing screen in my hand before it faded into darkness leaving me to stare at my own reflection. I chugged the rest of my morning tea before grabbing the empty dishes and placing them into the sink with a soft clank.

"Good morning Gwen,"

I spun around and smiled at Mrs. Hemmings, "morning. I guess it's just you and I in the car today?"

"Yup, since my son was so eager to get to school for some project," she shook her head with a scoff and chuckle. Clearly she didn't believe Luke's lame excuse.

As Mrs. Hemmings prepped her tea into a black thermos, I slung my messenger bag around my body and slipped on my shoes-- opting for a pair of black flats with a small satin ribbon.

"What's your plan for today? Going to the outreach center after school?" Mrs. Hemmings asked, taking the car keys out of her purse. I followed her to the garage where her car was parked, slipping into the passenger side. I was finally getting use to the opposite side thing.

"Yes I am. I'll take the bus there directly after school, and I'll take the bus back home around dinnertime," I answered her.

"Please let us know if you'd like one of us to pick you up from the outreach center," she started the car and proceeded to back out of the garage, "sometimes public transportation can be a little sketchy. Promise me that you'll ask for help if you need it, Gwen?"

I smiled at Mrs. Hemmings. She was so kind and over accommodating, "I promise."

"Good," she smiled.

The drive to school was... well, it was nice. Normally Luke and I continued our daily conversations and debates about random subjects, often arguing about music choices and American TV. Luke's mom rarely joined in on the conversation, but this time around she and I were very much engaged, that when she dropped me of at the front of the school, I almost didn't want to leave the car.

"Thank you for the ride Mrs. Hemmings," I leaned down to meet her at the window, giving her a wave.

"Of course Gwen. We'll continue our conversation about Joseph Gordon Levitt later," she laughed.

"And then we can watch 500 Days of Summer before bed," I suggested.

"Sounds good to me," she agreed, "have a great day at school sweetie."

"You have a good day too," I gave Mrs. Hemmings one last wave goodbye, watching her follow the line of cars out of the drop off area.

This was the first time I had to walk through the morning campus by myself. I grasped onto the black strap of my bag in nervousness, my eyes to the ground as I headed for the large staircase. I guess keeping my gaze on the wonderful gum-infested concrete ground wasn't the best idea because before I had any time to think, I face planted right into the firm chest of none other than the tattoo-laden, punk with the dead girlfriend.