~Secret Santa~ (How I fell in love with my secret santa!)

~December 2nd~

~December 2nd ~

I found myself pacing around my bedroom nervously. Out of all the people in the school I had to pick the bad boy. What do you even get a bad boy for Christmas? A pair of brass knuckles? Where can you even buy those?

"Elaynnah you’re going to be late for school," my father called up to me making me jump slightly. Great! How did my favourite time of year turn into a complete nightmare? I grabbed my bag and sulked down stairs. My father kissed my head gently when I entered the room he was in. "Hurry up sweetie you're going to miss your bus," he smiled as he took a sip of his coffee

"Thanks for reminding me that I take the stupid bus," I groaned.

"We all had to take a bus at some point in our lives Layne," my father smiled.

"I know dad," I paused for a second trying to think of the right way to say it. "It's just the bus sucks," I finally sighed.

"Only a few more years sweetie," he assured me.

"I should go," I pouted.

"Have a good day at school sweetheart," he called after me.

"I won’t," I yelled back before leaving the house.

I waited for the bus in the perfect white snowy wonderland. It looked like we were living in a shook up snow globe. Normally I would be delighted by the sparkling fresh snow, but today I just wasn't in the mood.

The bus rattled up the snow covered road making snow dance in the air. I cringed as it pulled up beside me. I hated the bus. 1) because it was full of obnoxious grade nine boys, 2) it smelt like a gym locker, and 3) it was so loud even ear plugs didn't help. I stepped onto the bus and took the first seat behind the driver. At least that way I could ensure I got off of the bus from hell immediately. Fortunately for me the ride was only twenty minutes long. I pulled out my English book and attempted to read the pages assigned to us yesterday.

As soon as we got to school I made my way to my locker. On the door was tapped a letter with a candy cane tapped to the outside of the envelope. I snatched it up quickly and opened the letter.

I hope this sweetens your day!!!

From: Your Secret Santa.

I gasped at the note. I had to step up my game. I still haven't thought of a single gift idea for Tristin, and I've already received a gift from my Secret Santa. I would have to go out tonight and get something small for Tristin.