I wake up the next morning to a knock at the bedroom door and the air is cooler than it had been the other times I had woken up in this place, My body is missing the layer of sweat I was thinking I was gonna have to start getting accustomed to.
It was around seven-thirty in the evening when Ray dropped me home last night we hadn't uttered another word to one another until we stopped in front of my grandparent's home, he asked me what my answer to his question was. I rolled his car window up and jumped out his truck clutching my Mom's camera, giving him one sharp nod before walking away and into the house.
He can take whatever he wants from that, I'm not completely sure of what it meant anyways.
"What?" I yell my voice coming out slightly hoarse making me rub my throat which cause the bruising on my neck to make my throat hurt even more.
Nothing like a great start to the day.
The door opens and my grandad sticks his head round the door "Thanks to your little vendetta against alarm clocks, I'm here to tell you it's five am, there's money for lunch on the kitchen table" He looks like he's been up for while which confuses me because he's acting as if he's annoyed it's my fault he's awake.
"Okay" As soon as I respond he nods at me before ducking back behind the door, closing it behind him.
Rolling my neck side to side I sigh when I hear my joints click, I took yesterday morning for granted. God I hate waking up this early.
With a huff I pull myself from the bed and begin, what annoyingly has become, my morning routine. Grabbing some new clothes from my duffle to change into I glance over in the corner by the mirror and see the pile of my dirty clothes I have sitting there. I'll deal with them eventually. Not now though.
I take a quick shower, apply some eyeliner, mascara and lipgloss. I notice the bruises are still quite obvious on my neck so I leave my dreads down, Tying a few of the front strands up so they stay out of my face.
Nervousness to interact with Ray all day sets in as I change out of my grey sweats and white tank top and into a pair of low rise tan pants matched with an pale green von dutch cropped tank top, but I brush it off and slam it to the back of my brain choosing to ignore that feeling for, well the foreseeable future.
"Score" I say chucking my dirty clothes onto the growing pile with a grin as I re enter the bedroom before sliding my socks and shoes on, grabbing my stuff, leaving the room again and heading down the stairs.
After sliding the cash into my pocket and helping myself to a bowl of old people cereal, raisin bran, I check my phone and see the time. Ten past Six.
With a groan I put my bowl down in the sink, put my sunglasses on turning on my heels and head out the front door. I miss Seattle cabs so much.
Securing my earphones in my ears I turn my music on, nodding my head along to the Wallows as I start walking. The sun is already high enough in the sky for the air around me to be hot and humid, I should've worn shorts.
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"Morning" Ray calls from the back room as I walk into the shop at six-fifty in the morning the bell above the door signalling my entrance.
I Put my phone, earphones and sunglasses down by the cash register before going over to the open door to the backroom and lean against the doorframe watching Ray dry his hair with a towel, Surfing every day must be a regular thing for him I realise as my eyes glance over his surfboard and wetsuit in the same place they've been the past two times I've been here.
"Morning" I respond finally with a sigh, he's wearing his stupid Goldie's shirt and a pair of light blue jeans "I don't get how you can wake up early enough to go surfing and get here on time" I slump down in one of the chairs with another a sigh.
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Finding Harry
Teen FictionI was used to doing my own thing. I was used to partying and roaming the city with my friends. Then I partied too hard, ended up in rehab and to top it all of I'm stuck in Florida hundreds of miles from the city I love. I'm not used to small towns. ...
