Blue Jay #Wattys2016

NEW STUDENT

I woke with a dire need to take a shower. My nightmare had me sweating and feeling way too startled. I had dreamt of my twin sister, Alexis, chasing down my father with a kitchen knife. I repeatedly yelled at her to put it down as I chased her, but when she finally got to him he turned around and spread his arms out, as if he were trying to hug her, when the knife was just centimetres away from his heart that’s when I awoke.

   I unwrapped my blanket and sat up, just as my alarm set off. I got up and headed to the bathroom. Did my regular routine- shower, get dressed (plaid blue blouse with torn up jeans), brushed teeth, and apply make-up -and heard my father yelling for me downstairs.

   “Breakfast, Chris.”

   I finished with my lip gloss and walked downstairs. I headed for the small, white porcelain, kitchen smelling the hash browns and bacon. My father, Kyle Hunter, sat at the table with the newspaper and a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth.

   He saw me come in and finished reading and eating simultaneously “Homework finished?” he managed before having a slight choking fit from eating too fast.

   I did one of those reassuring smiles “Yeah.” I said as I sat down where my plate had been placed “I only had some math questions I hadn’t finished in class” I began eating a hash brown when I heard footsteps coming from out front.

   Ding-Dong.

   Kyle started to get up.

   “I’ll get it, you can go get ready for work, dad.” I told him knowing exactly who was at the door. He started his paramedic career about 4 months ago and was ecstatic when he nailed the job.

   I speed walked to the door and opened it, of course there he was.

   Blake Trent, standing outside the door with a badass smirk that made him look just that much hotter “Hey,” he said in that deep, sexy, voice that I love to hear “just thought I should pick you up today rather than wait for you in the school parking lot.”

   I tried to rebuttal that I didn’t always get to school right before the bell rang, but my efforts were rendered useless as he lifted me into his arms and moved his lips onto mine.

   After awhile of just looking at one another I lightly broke free of his hold and went to put my boots- that slightly looked like Uggs but are much more useful in bad weather -and coat on. It was late January but still as freezing as December.

   Blake was already in the car as I walked down the icy cold path. A thought crossed my mind as my boots crunched. Shit, backpack.

   I headed right back towards the house, up the stairs into my room, grabbed my backpack and went back downstairs. Kyle was at the end of the stairs getting his boots on “Have a good day.” he called as he tied his laces.

   “Later.” I called back as I headed out the door.

   Blake had not only started the car but he had it pulled around to face towards the school and was honking. He had never missed a day of school nor was he ever late. Except for in grade ten when half the school got really sick and missed like two weeks. Blake clamed that he hated it, but, I thought it was a nice little break for him. I hadn’t gotten sick.

   I hopped in and before I could fasten my seat belt we were already gone. The school was only 15 minutes away from my house, which didn’t give us a lot of time to talk.

   “So,” I broke the silence “is Emily feeling better?” I asked nervously. Emily Trent is Blake’s mother, she and him, had just found out that she has lung cancer and has been feeling really down.