Living For Tomorrow

CHAPTER 6

JAHRAE

I'm making my way down the stairs with my skate board in my left hand and my backpack containing my laptop and other essentials strapped to my back.

My plans for the day are to stop by the cafe right down the street to get myself a coffee and then maybe meet up with Brian after because we haven't hung out in a while.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs I readjust the straps of my bag and head towards the kitchen, I grap an apple from the fruit bowl and wash it off checking to see if it has any soft or brown spots before I bite into it and die.

Before I could take a bite my dad scares the living hell out of me as he snatches the apple out of my hand, "What the hell dad." I exclaimed in annoyance as I watched him take a bite out of MY apple.

"Where're you off to?", he inquires gesturing towards my skateboard.
" I'm gonna stop by Catherine's Café and then hang out with Brian,is there a problem?"

"No not all just make sure you're back by 8 your mom wants to have dinner." I look at the time on my watch satisfied to see that it's only 3 PM. "

"Ok I'll be back by 8 then." I respond and make my way towards the front door, "You don't want another apple?" My dad asked behind me, I shout back a quick no as I close the door and leave.

I know that you probably think I'm being such a shit kid towards my parents,which is completely understandable but I have my reasons. I don't forgive easily.

I get onto my skate board and journey my way towards the café.

I've gotten accustom to using my skateboard these past couple of months, I like the feel of the open wind, is 10× more calming than the nausea I feel when I'm behind a car wheel. I'm comfortable knowing that I have the power of control when riding my skateboard and if I'm stupid enough to fall off I'm the only one that's gonna get hurt, that's unless I don't bumb into someone just as stupid on my way down.

Pulling up to the cafe I hop off my skateboard and make my way into the café, closing the doors behind me as I join the line.

I usually try and come to this cafe just before all of the bitchy and horny teenage girls show up just so that they can stalk Tommy. Tommy's the guy that works at the register, he's your typical I wear glasses, I'm a virgin,constantly reads books but also somehow has the face and the body of a fucking Greek God,even I can't deny the fact that he's a pretty goodlooking guy.

"What's up cute stuff, no Kate's and Molly's squeezing your balls today" I remark as I reach the top of the line.

Tommy laughs as he replies "Can you stop with that, those girls only come her for the food and drinks ,Ok."

"Pft yeah right, what size 3 girls are coming in here everyday to order a doughnut when the most they probably drink in a day is an iced coffee." "Hold the ice" Tommy interrupts as he holds in his laugh.

I made my order then collected my drink,saying goodbye to Tommy as I head towards one of the window seats. I take my laptop out of my bag and place it on the table opening up Microsoft Words. I've been using this app to write because it's the one place I know my dad wouldn't think about checking, I've tried the whole Personal Journal , Notes on your phone bullshit and that only comes back to bite me in the ass.

I start a new entry and begin writing about the one thing that's caused the bags under my eyes to book a 2 month vacation and for the pain and guilt in my heart to slowly tear away at the good person I thought I was, the good person that I'll never be able to be.

Getting lost in the hustle and bustle of peoples feet and the mumbled conversations between customers I begin to write about the only thing taking up space in my head where Math equations could be.

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Two hours later I find myself at the skate park with Brian and some of his other friends. This whole skateboarding thing is new to me, I'm kind of in Brian's turf and I feel as if I'm stepping on his toes but he always had big ass feet anyway so he'll be fine.

"What made you come out today , we haven't seen you in weeks." one of Brian's friends ask.

"I was busy doing you know, stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Brian inquires sounding just as confused as he looks.

This might be good time to mention the fact that nobody knows that I've been visiting a girl......that's in a coma.....and I may or may not be the reason why sh- you see what I mean, it sounds weird when I say it out loud.

"Um, I've been helping my dad out at the hospital." which technically isn't 100% a lie because I have been spending most of my time at the hospital, I don't need to stress on the details. "He's been a real pain in the ass recently, more than usual."

"Well this is your time to relive some stress, show us what you got" Brian remarks patting me on the shoulder as he nods towards the direction of the ramps.

"Hell no"

Brian looks at me

"Absolutely not"

I look at his friends for some back up on this, "Really nobody!!"

"C'mon bro you can't come to the park and not skate." Brian says snickering to himself very well knowing that this conversation ends with my face and the floor getting married at midnight

"You know what fuck off " I remark as I join them in laughter, "I'll just sit back and watch the pros do it, I made sure to bring pom poms this time ." I remarked causing the second round of laughter to erupt out of everyone's throat.

"I missed you man." Brian states as he pulled me into a hug, "Yeah I know, now get your gay ass off of me" I lower my voice and whisper to him "we're in public."

The guys and I hung out for a bit before I had to leave so that I can make it home in time for dinner.

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Even after making sure to take the long way home I've still managed to reach sooner than I would like. Coming closer to my house I can notice the flickering lights of blue and red reflecting in the air, shaking of the bad feeling I quickly humor myself with the assumption that maybe the old lady living next to us got kidnapped or something.

Rolling up to the curb, I jump off my skate board and watch as it rolls away into the street, I then direct my eyes to the police officers interrogating my parents on my front lawn.

I guess nobody's filing a missing person report, better luck next time Mrs. Betty.