The Player and The Played: Kyle's Game [#1]

Four | Laurel | Buns All Round

Four: Buns All Round

I sit on my bed cross-legged staring at all the school books and equipment splayed around me, a knock sounds at my door before it's slowly pushed open and my mum walks in a hand over her eyes making me laugh, "I'm not dressed yet mum."

At my words my mother also laughs, "That's not reassuring."

"Mum!" I exclaim almost offended, "I'm still in my pyjamas, just open your eyes."

My mum continues laughing at me before removing her hand to reveal her blue eyes that she passed onto me via that marvellous thing called genetics.

"You got everything you need?" My mum asks sitting on the edge of my bed, it's then that I look at what she was wearing; her dark blue mechanic overalls, her dark brown hair, that I had also inherited, was pulled up in a bun.

I run a hand through my messy knotted hair, and immediately regret the action, "Yeah, just needs to be shoved in a bag and a changing of clothing needs to be done." I laugh at the end, letting my hands drop into my lap.

My mum gives me a small smile, sensing my nerves, "You're going to do fine Laurel, you already know the neighbours at least."

My mum leans over and kisses my cheek before ruffling my hair further, making me frown and her chuckle, "I'll see you when I get home sweetheart."

And with that she rises off my bed and walks out the room, a few moments later I hear the front door shut. My alarm clock alerts me to the fact that it's only six thirty. I look down at all the stuff on my bed.

I believe that I've got everything, however I'll find out later today. I get up off the bed and make my way over to my wardrobe to make the biggest decision of a teenage girl's morning; clothing.

I settle to play it safe for my first day, deciding on a pair of denim skinny jeans, probably the only pair I own that isn't ripped, and a blue and white striped shirt. I stand in front of the bathroom mirror my, now brushed, hair hanging over my shoulder. I catch sight of a red bandana hanging out of a box in the hall a pull all my hair back into a bun, grabbing my donut bun to use. Lastly putting the bandana on.

"You look mighty lost." I jump as an arm settles around my shoulders and look up upon hearing the cheery voice.

I laugh lightly once realising I know the voice, "Hi Shannon." I smile up at him as he grins.

"Where are you going?" He questions leaning down and looking at the piece of paper I'd just gotten from the office. "Your locker," He muses, "Come on, yours is near mine."

We push through the horde of students, all screaming and saying hello, I can't help but wonder if the screaming girls would be me if I were at home, I'd probably still be in the dark about Tori and Alex's affair and be wrapped up in Alex's arms as we all caught up with those we didn't see much of in the holidays.

As though sensing my shift in moods Shannon frowns as we stop in front of a locker. "This is yours." He says tapping a locker, "You all good Laurel?"

I turn to the locker, "Yeah I'm good, first day nerves and all that." I admit the half-truth, unlocking the locker that Shannon had indicated, reading the code I had been given off the piece of paper in my hand.

"You'll be fine, can I look at your schedule?" Shannon reassures and then questions putting his cheery grin back on, I take a quick glance at it to see what I need to put away in the locker before handing it to Shannon. "English two c d and photography cert two," Shannon muses as I shove everything in my locker save for a notebook, pencil case and my sketch book.