Love Letters

Chapter 6 - Their Fire

The following week was as if by schedule.

7:00am - Wake up, shower and eat breakfast.

7:45am - Drive to school

8:00am - See Hunter and ( as I found out her name) Ashley kiss each other on the locker next to mine.

8:05am - Go to Classes

12:00pm - Eat lunch by a tree and continue to walk past Hunter and Ashley kiss.

3:00pm - Drive home

3:30pm - Work at Dave's Diner

5:00pm - Ballet conditioning

7:00pm - Netflix

10:00pm - Break in my pointes

00:00am - Sleep

4:00am - Ballet practice

Repeat.

It turned out that Hunter was the Quarterback of the School Football team and the "Player" of their school. At least he wasn't dating Ashley. That would have meant the end of the world.

Overdramatic, remember?

I thought my life was going to be like that for the rest of my life, and honestly, I couldn't really care less. One thing though, I wanted Hunter and Ashley to STOP trying to swallow each other's face! Ugh! I would die before seeing them kiss each other one more time.

Once again overdramatic, remember?

However, on my first Friday back in Tennessee, as I was breaking my pointes in my pjs, someone arrived at my house.

I was in my favourite pyjamas - an oversized soccer (sometimes football) jersey and shorts a bit too short for anyone to see me in - and listening to 5 Seconds of Summer's Why won't You Love Me when the doorbell rang.

They must have heard my awful singing and the banging from my pointe shoes and thought we were awake. But honestly, who the hell is awake at 11pm? Besides me, of course. I thought to myself. I stumbled to the door with a pointe shoe in hand - the other still on my foot-, just in case it was a kidnapper.

The person on the other side of the door knocked one more time - this time slightly more urgent - and I swung the door open, my pointe shoe at the ready. I was taken by surprise as I looked into the blue eyes of Mrs. Isabella Sanchez. She had a look of fear embedded on her face and her family were all wearing their pyjamas; they'd just come from bed. "Oh, Saffron dear." Mrs. Sanchez in relief. "Thank God we found you."

"Of course, come on in." I replied, opening the door wider and lowering my pointe shoe. "What happened?" I walked them to the messed up living room, pushing my mess of needles and thread, wax and wood, behind the door and turning off the music.

"Oh. We got caught in a fire. It came from the kitchen." Mrs. Sanchez answered. "That's horrible!" I gasped. "Let me get my mom, you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

Still in a pointe shoe, I sprinted up the stairs and shook my parents awake. "Mom. Mom!" I yelled. "The Sanchez's got caught in a fire, they're downstairs."

My parents rushed down the stairs with me following slowly behind. I had noticed Jacob wasn't with them. Silver was off to college, so perhaps Jacob had gone too.