Him

Delicate

I saw the sun rise through the clouds, my mom hasn't gotten back from wherever she had gone.

I picked up my phone, 5:30. There's no point in trying to sleep, just like there was no point 4 hours ago.
I get up and make my way to make my little brother his breakfast.
  
I wake up Matt and leave him to eat his food while I get ready for school.

I message my mom, not that she'd answer anytime soon, but just like all the other times before, I assume she'd want to know where her son is.

"I'm taking Matt to daycare, he gets out at 4"

It doesn't deliver.

After I get get ready, I dress Matt and get him ready.

And like that, the day starts.

"Good Morning, Astrid" Mrs McCain says, with her usual bright smile.
"Good morning, Mrs McCain" I say trying to copy her cheerfulness.

She says good morning to Matt and then turns back to me as he runs to his friends, "You're short your last 3 months" she says with a fainted smile.
"Yeah, I know, I swear you'll have it soon" I reply.
She says nothing, just nods and smiles then walks back to the handful of toddlers.

I make my way to school, thinking about how i'll be able to pay, and whether or not my mom will be home when I get back from school.

Across the streat from the old building that is Harvest Hill High, I contemplate whether I should actually go in today.

I never understood why people say that high-school is the best time of your life, high-school's hell.
Everyone's trying to be popular, but the ones that aren't are bullied by the populars just because they don't want to be clones of them.
For 12 years we're told how to act, when to act, when to eat when to use the bathroom.

I take a deep breath and walk into the school building.
I spy with my little eye, a girl having a nervous breakdown.
One's being bullied.
Fun...

I walk towards my locker, when I open it there's a brown envolope it.

I open it, it reads :
"Would you catch me if I fell"

I roll my eyes and put the letter back.

"Oooo, another note from your secret admirer?" a voice said from behind me. I turn to see a blued eyed Harold.

"Hello, Harold" I say turning back around and getting my books.
"Harry," he corrects me, "ready for class?"

I nod my head and walk to class with him, trying not to bump into anyone from the oncoming crowd.