Seven

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Rebecca Pov

It was a few hours later, I was getting ready for school, as ya do, I heard a knock on the door and so I opened it and Donte was standing there, looking a bit worried about something, (and now knowing Donte better than I did here, if he was showing his worry on his face, then his worrying was worse than it looked).

"You alright Donte?"
"Do you know why Dad might be a bit off-"
"Yeah I do, I unintentionally gave him a fright last night"
"What did you do?"
"I went on a walk at like 2 O'clock in the morning-"
"By yourself?!"
"Yeah, I left him a note on the kitchen table"
"You could leave the man a note on his pillow and he not see it, Grandbob once left him a note on the couch and he didn't see it for 3 days"
"So the note was useless"
"Yes"

I didn't know what to do with this information other than have it sit there in my brain and it rot, so I didn't say anything about that, (I probably would've found a way to make it worse).

"How come you were awake at that time, I heard no alarm-"
"That's because I wasn't asleep"
"You're an insomniac"
"You're pretty quick for a 12 year old"
"You're 11-"
"Which is why I'd know you're a quick 12 year old, considering that we're in the same year and all"
"I doubt they taught you sass in Catholic school"
"Nah that came with the drug dealer bio Dad"
"How are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm not, Leo'll be ok eventually"
"It's the eventual part that I'm worried about"
"Yeah sorry about that"
"You didn't know that the man doesn't read notes"

So I then continued to get dressed for school and honestly it kinda just hit me that I never wanted to go back to London, yes it's a weird way to find that out Babes, but I'm not going to say that it was something different just because the actual realisation was weird as shit.

Anyway I went down the stairs so that I could actually grab myself some breakfast, (because I had been doing that for years), and I put some toast on for myself, (I promise that it'll make sense in a minute), and then I sat and ate it, Leo then came into the kitchen.

"Rebecca, you know you're allowed to put whatever you want on your toast"
"I know that, but I like plain toast"

Leo looked at me like I had told him that the moon was made of cheese, like it boggled his mind that I liked plain toast and I still don't know why to this day, (and I'm not asking him about something that happened over 30 years ago).

"Ok, do you want anything else for breakfast?"
"No thanks, I don't really like most breakfast foods"
"Ok, that's good to know"

The air felt a little weird to me, but I'm also not like the best judge for how situations went, so I could've read it wrong, after I ate my toast, I left for school, as I was meeting Levi just outside the house.

"You do know that you don't have to come out yet just because I'm here"
"I know, but I'm ready, so there's no point waiting around just 'cause we have time to spare"
"I suppose that you have a point here"
"I'm so glad that you see it"

Anyway we walked across the road, as school was literally right there, but we didn't actually go in yet, as it was like a good half hour before we needed to be there, (and we were waiting on Opal and Jake), Opal ran up to us not long after we crossed the road.

"How are you two always here first?"
"I live across the road and Levi makes sure that I don't get lost"
"You make it sound like I'm your keeper or something"
"There's worse things you could be Levi"
"Yeah but I don't feel like I'm really responsible enough-"
"You just have to be able to navigate shit and you can totally navigate shit"
"Sounds totally legit"
"Rebecca his head doesn't need to be any bigger than it is right now-"
"What did I miss?"

Jake was running towards us like there was no tomorrow, but we still had like 20 minutes before we had to be in school, (though I totally get his thing about being late).

"You didn't miss much mate, Opal just had her knickers in a twist about me being Rebecca's keeper"
"I do not have my knickers in a twist!"
"Why are you Rebecca's keeper?"
"I'm directionally incorrect"
"(Snorts), Jesus fucking Christ, I missed a gold mine it seems"

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