HIDDEN (Hide Or Die)

Chapter 7

KYLE'S P.O.V.

Everything was a bit hazy as a yawn escaped my lips. I took a moment for my brain to shed the sleep away and allow clear visions of sunrise to register, rays of light shining through the whole room.

still wrapped up in my bed, I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes and inspected the view out of my bedroom window,  it was too early for me to be awake; the egg-yolk yellow-like sun was only gazing out at the horizon, cascading hope and promises of new beginnings every which way. It’s vivid light extending joy across the bluecious width of the sky. I stifled another yawn as I relished the warmness and softness of my sheets, I wasn’t ready to get up. It’s been two agonizingly long and slow, oh so slow, days since the whole encounter with Andrew.

Today; I start school.

My ‘self- inflected’ punishment. I try not to think of it that way; this is my chance to have a sort of normalcy. I tried to not have the highest of hopes, I mean I’m probably going to be the ‘nerd with a hunchback’ but at least I’d exist. And maybe someone will take me for who I am.

After my experience with Andrew, I decided it was best if I laid low for a while. He made it very clear that I wasn’t as sneaky and subtle in my tendencies as I thought myself to be. Plus even If I wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to. Yeah, for once; I was that busy.

The day that followed was spent preparing and cleaning the house, ‘only God knows when we would be able to be in a house this clean with both of us busy and out!’ was what my mother said when I told her the house was already clean. It didn’t make sense to me because; with both of us being busy, we won’t be spending much time inside the house to create clutter and mess. Nonetheless, she left me in an apron, gloved handed with a cloth and a multi-use disinfectant spray, while she went shopping.

When she came to me and told me she was going to do some shopping for me, to get me what I might need for school, I was ecstatic! I wrote her a full list of exactly what I wanted and in what colors. From khaki pants to the exact style of sweaters and a specific type of shoes. I got to cleaning after she left, which wasn’t really that hard when you’ve got wings. Also, the deal was, I clean everything, and ma vacuums and wipes the floors, which works for both of our advantages. My god, the number of times I broke those revolving spray mops is out of the world. I barely press down to remove any stains and boom! Broken!

Fast forward to six hours later and two doses of bent up laundry washed, dried and ironed all finished, all surfaces wiped, sheets changed and mirrors so clean you can see ghosts reflecting in them, mum was back. I remember just snatching the bags out of her hands and flying up to my room to try them on, she yelled at me for flying up, but I was too excited to reply. But let me tell you the big surprise; none of what I listed is in there! Let me clarify; I saw her put the list inside her purse! But no she went with ridiculously big jackets multiple belts, which, eww, I won’t use them. And straight-leg unflattering stiff jeans.

Thank goodness I predicted this beforehand (sorry mum) and ordered some decent clothes online. The only problem is they take a week to arrive. Why was I eager to get to school as soon as possible again? I’m stuck with what my mum got me, but at least she opted for the neutral colors I wanted.

That brings us to this moment. Me looking into my ridicule form in the mirror. I was wearing a massive jacket to cover my wings. Underneath a pair of plain black skinny jeans and a black shirt that was completely unseen under the jacket. A pair of thickly framed glasses sat on the bridge of my nose. I didn’t mind them actually… they added a certain poise. But I looked stupid. My chances with Andrew dropped to below zero. They already were slim but with me looking like….this. Na-uh.