Eight Letters. Three Words.

Eight Letters. Three Words - Ch. 10

Chapter Ten

Everything is Tumbling Down

 

The shrieking of the alarm clock jolted me awake from my dreams. I groaned hitting the snooze button more than necessary, making the stupid clock pay for its impertinence.

"Chloe! Get up now!"

I groaned, and stretching walked towards the shower, listening to my mother's screams echoing down the hall. The cold drops of the shower hit my face, cleaning away the remains of sleep. I grabbed a pair of white jeans and a red top from the wardrobe and quickly changed, the ticking of the clock making me speed up.

"CHLOE!" Shouted mom.

Mascara, red eye shadow, and brushing a hand through my messy red hair, I smiled at my reflection.

Perfect.

Or at least, it seemed so to me.

As I bolted down the stairs I heard my mom fussing in the kitchen with Tom, her wheat blond hair sticking out in odd angles.

"Relax honey," Tom's hands tried to grab my mother's shoulders in a futile attempt to calm her down.

"Is coffee ready?" I asked.

"Good morning Chloe," said Tom.

I nodded in his direction, as I checked my red nails making sure none of the nail polish had chipped away.

"Are you taking the car today?" asked mom, her tone clipped.

"Leela is driving me today. And I'll come home walking I guess."

She nodded, not liking the idea at all, "Maybe that young man could drop you off, the one who came by the other day."

I took a sip from my mug, grimacing by the lack of sugar, "His name is Dylan mother. And maybe he might."

A claxon rang outside, indication that Leela had been waiting for a full ten minutes and gotten tired. I poured the contest of my coffee into the sink, tied up my converse and picked up the bag from the hall.

"Bye!" I shouted, and skipped down the front porch steps, practically throwing myself into the waiting dark blue car.

"Have a nice day Ms. Foster!" called Leela.

I cranked up the music, Leela's Daddy Yankee song filing the car, "One of these days, it'll be my turn to choose what to listen to."

Leela smiled, "My car, my rules."

Dylan Miller

"Yo man! Wassup?"

"Scott, if you want me to take you seriously, try stop talking like that."

"Jeez... Someone woke up with a stick up their ass,” he grumbled. Closing the door to his locker he began walking with me towards the gym. Coach Davis wanted us to miss the first periods of class, to go over training for this Saturday's game.

"Whatever is up my ass, is none."

He stared quizzically at me, "None?"

"None of your fucking business."

Coach Davis went over the game strategy with us. After winning for the tenth time in a row this year we were nearing semifinals in May, five weeks from now. We were scheduled to play against 'Gold Bridge School' one of the teams which always beat us during the game. It was hard; you required a level of concentration, and total focus. Something which most of the half-asleep team mates around me were missing.