Clear Eyes

Chapter 3

I don't know any teenager, or kid for that matter, that can willingly get up at 6am on a Monday. After 3 months of blissful uninterrupted sleep filled mornings, were forced to just abruptly wake up for school.

Now school isn't exactly what it used to be. School used to be where we were the kings. We were your cliché popular kids. Up until her death, we were the ones everyone wanted to be. I was the kid with the wicked guitar skills, while also fierce with my skills with an arrow.

She, on the other hand, was the golden girl. Girls wanted her voice, while guys wanted to get in her pants. Which I protected her as long as I could, but there comes a day when you have to let go. Thas shall know, I didn't give in lightly to her 'dating' phase.

I mean dating Tyler, the football jock, couldn't have been a bigger cliché if she tried. Now that has nothing to do with my dating patterns. Sure I dated girls, but it wasn't till after the accident I really used them as a distraction. If she saw me those first few months after the accident, I'd be six feet under.

I managed to find a girlfriend, one of 5 months. A new record for me honestly. Avery Williams. The student body president, and the most popular girl at Seaside. Her strawberry blonde hair, was always tied into a ponytail, higher than the empire state building. No, I'm serious I have no idea how she gets it so perfect.

Back to the topic at hand; I did not, I repeat did not, want to wake up and go to that awful school today. Today marks the first day of Senior year. The year were suppose to apply to colleges, and choose what we want to do with the rest of our lives. Currently, I just want to stay wrapped up in my comforter, till noon.

But, who can do that when there's a pounding on your bedroom door. Cue eye roll. "JASON! Get up this instant!" Mom's voice was only irritated in the mornings when she had a late shift. Mom hates mornings just as much as I do.

Groaning, I attempted to untangle myself from my blanket. Key word being attempted. With a loud thud, I was lying flat on the ground, my face laying on the dark hardwood floors.

"Jason?" mom was leaning against the entrance way of my bedroom, amused overall.

"Morning, mom" I greeted, while rubbing the back of my head.

Mom retreated out of my room, leaving me to shuffle to the bathroom. Staring at the mirror, my short sleeve shirt revealed my wrist perfectly. I know most guys sleep without a shirt on, but she was always weirded out by it.

I can still vividly remember the nights that she'd be scared when we were younger, and we'd end up in the same room for the night. Or the nights she fell asleep cuddled in the crook of my arm on the couch. She never could make it through a whole movie.

Mom was gone by the time I made it downstairs and dad was on call all night, so he was probably asleep in an on call room.

She left a note, and a plate of waffles on the marble breakfast bar.

Have a good day at school! I moved your appointment with Dr.Garcia till 5 tonight. Don't stay out to late, it's officially a school night.

Love, Mom XOXO

The note crumbled in my hold, with my fist clenching the small piece of paper tightly. I didn't tell mom I ran out last week, and it looks like Dr.Garcia didn't either. No matter how much I hate that place, I need to continue going to give mom some peace. Even if it breaks me beyond repair, I need to do it for her.

When I finally arrive at school, the parking lot is packed with students. The juniors and seniors crowding around there cars, while the freshman scurry to find there first class of the day.