It was 6:19 A.M. when I woke up, a minute before my alarm rings.
The first five minutes I laid in bed and considered staying home. That's when my father barged into my room.
"Morning Hon--," he looked at me and frowned
"Why are you not already dressed? You have to lea--"
"Dad! Marco is picking me up. So can you please close the door and let me sleep for like... another ten minutes?!"
"When is he picking you up" He asked, completely ignoring me.
I covered my face with my comforter "Seven...".
"Seven what?! Minutes?!" he asked, slowly getting annoyed.
"SEVEN O'CLOCK, DAD."
"You still have to wake up, okay?"
He finally left but didn't close the door behind him. Dad knows how much I hate it when he does that, but he also knows it's the only way to get me out of bed.
6:13 . I have enough time to pack my stuff, get dressed, freshen up and have breakfast. I chose to wear an oversized light grey cardigan with a white crop top and my favorite pair of comfy jeans. I walked over to my desk, where my golden necklace and hoops were laying and put them on. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed how messy my hair appeared to be, and decided to tame it by putting it in a bun. It didn't work well, since I was too lazy to brush it, but it kind of looked like a messy bun, so I didn't care. I entered my bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked at a note I once sticked onto the wall next to the mirror, saying 'Love yourself, before you expect others to love you'. It doesn't really mean a lot to me, but sometimes - when I'm badly dissatisfied with my life and tend to put myself down -, I need something to motivate me to appropriate a healthy point of view. I guess the note is as far as I could get.
I rolled my eyes at my naivety.
I went down to the dining room, where the table was already set. My parents were both sitting on each side of the table and seemed to have a smooth conversation for a change.
"Bonjour chérie. T'as bien dormi?" My mother greeted me.
"Yeah, I slept well. Thanks." I smiled.
I was eating pancakes when I heard a car honk three times. I rapidly stuffed my mouth with food and kissed my parents goodbye. I grabbed my bag and was heading for the door, when my father stopped me.
"Honey wait! You forgot your lunch!". He handed me a lunch bag. I thanked him and ran towards the car, where Marco was waiting for me. He drives a black Toyota Sequoia he got for his 16 birthday.
I jumped into the passenger seat and hugged him. When I let go of him, he looked at me and tilted his head.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just, if you want me to keep driving you to school, you'll have to work on those hugs of yours." He said merrily.
I sighed playfully and hugged him again. I used all my strength to suffocate him on purpose. He tapped lightly on my back, signalizing me to release him, and I did so.
It takes us ten minutes to get to school by car, and since Marco and I don't live that far from each other, I have the perk of getting chauffeured every morning. I can't complain.
Marco parked the car and we started walking towards the school entrance.
I spotted Nathaniel, Joseph and Emma already waiting for us in the parking lot. When they saw us, they all jogged to us and Nathaniel bro hugged Marco while Emma hugged me. Nathaniel waited for us to part so he could hug me too, and when he did, he lifted me up, rapping his arms around my waist. I couldn't help but laugh at him. He's always such a sonny boy: in a good mood and ready to brighten up your day.
Joseph was standing beside Emma an threw us a questioning look:
"Have you heard from Lauren?" he asked concerned.
"Nah. Bet she's running late again." Marco answered, dissolving Joseph's frown.
We walked down the hallway, Marco, Nathaniel and Joseph left us to get to their lockers, while Emma and I headed to the same direction, since we are locker buddies. I unlock mine and grab my books, people passing by already talking about prom...
"My brother asked me about you," Emma told me out of nowhere.
I panicked on the inside but quickly recovered. I turned to face her "Really? Why?" I asked with a blank expression.
She was looking at herself in the mirror in her locker, "I don't know. Something about you teaching him french."
What? Since when does he need tutoring. Him and his sister are so smart, they easily get A's. Maybe he didn't want to tell Emma the truth and that was the best thing he could come up with as an excuse. I didn't see him since we stopped doing whatever we were doing, and that's a good thing. I'm not the finest at awkward confrontations. But I actually thought he was over me, or did he start develop--
It ringed and I came back to reality.
He wouldn't. I mean, he's him and I'm me. Plus, it would make things weird between me and Emma, which I absolutely don't want.
He's a senior.
A year by now and he's gone and everything will remain normal.
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Somewhere Between Florida And Heaven
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