Foreign Love

I - Too Soon

Hi, I'm back. Not by popular demand (sorry, Bey), but still.

This is the first chapter of a new story and this time I promise I won't let you down, I have already finished it, so there'll be no cancellation or hiatus, just content after content after content.

I'm so excited about this, I really hope you like it. See ya!

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Chapter one: Too Soon

So that's it! After my much needed one week off between Christmas and New Year's Day and an additional one due to heavy snow, I would finally return to school to finish high school. Staying home gets kinda boring when all your friends spend the holiday away, you know? But I can't really blame them, I would've done the same if I'd had the opportunity to do so.

I sat up, stretched and reached for my phone on the nightstand by the bed. I gasped when I read the time. 8:34.

I quickly got up and searched for anything in my closet; a pair of jeans and a jumper should do.

It's not like it's snowing again or something, right?

I looked out of the window. It was snowing.

Dammit, I need something warmer.

I reached for my black overcoat, a pair of Converses, a scarf and bang! Perfect coming back look in less than 5 minutes and I don't even need a stylist to tell me that. I washed my face, tried my best to correct my messy hair in front of the mirror and took a last look at me.

"Good morning, handsome," I boosted some self-esteem and rushed down the stairs.

The smell of pancakes invaded my nostrils and my stomach rumbled. The time I had left was short, but my hunger wasn't, so I went to the kitchen, where I found mom sitting on one of the stools eating pancakes and dad reading his daily newspaper and drinking coffee.

"At last, Sleeping Beauty!" They both said, in a quite disturbing, yet perfect, synchrony.

"Do you want some pancakes?" My mom asked as she left her stool and walked towards the sink.

"Oh, please," I said, devouring one of them as though I had just returned from war. My mother turned surprised, to say the least, at me.

"Hey, calm down, your father will drive you to school today."

I love my parents.

"For real?" I asked, grabbing a second pancake.

"Yes, I don't want you to choke on your pancakes," She said, walking to me. "Good morning, baby." She kissed my forehead.

"Good morning, mom," I kissed her on the cheek.

She then said the same to my father but gave him a long, passionate kiss. If these two aren't the perfect example of how marriage doesn't always ruin people's sex lives, then I don't know who is.

Did it really have to be right in front of my pancakes, though? Really?

I cleared my throat to remind them I was there. I totally support them making out and stuff, it was just great to be reminded of my singleness all the time, but I was already late. Mom finally let go of dad, saying:

"I'm going to work."

She grabbed her keys on the counter and left. My mother is one of the twelve councillors of Guelph, Canada, the city we live in. And I think she's super cool for that. Although my opinion might be biased, I do think she's the best politician in town — and one of the best in Ontario, as well.