Skater Boy

Chapter 4: First Day Of School

Sophie's POV

I wake to the screeching of my alarm, and hit the top, cutting it off mid screech, before rolling over and trying to go back to sleep.

I hear Dad moving around in the bathroom, obviously getting ready himself. He told me last night, that he'll drop me at school on his way to work, but I'll probably have to catch the bus home, or walk, because he'll probably have to work late most nights, so may only get home at about 10pm.

None of us like it, but if that is what has to happen in order for Dad to keep his job, and us not have to move again, then so be it, I guess.

I am just dozing off again, when Dad walks into my room, and opens my curtains, letting bright light stream in.

I grumble, and bury my head in my pillow.

"Come on, Soph. Up you get." He carefully pulls my duvet off me, and I growl as the warmth is replaced with cold air.

He laughs, used to my reluctance to get up, and sits on the bed next to me.

"Come on Soph. You don't want to be late on your first day." He rolls me over.

"Shhhh! Me sleep." I mumble sleepily, squinting in the bright light.

"Sophie Jackson. Get up now, else we'll have to do this the hard way!" He threatens, trying to be strict, but laughing instead.

I sleepily waft him away with my hand, and as I'm about to roll back over, I feel his hands on my waist.

"The hard way? Fine." He begins to tickle me, and I snap awake fully, laughing, and trying to squirm away from him. Yes, I am extremely ticklish, especially if it is Dad tickling me.

"Stop, stop, please." I squeal breathlessly, laughing.

"Get up then." He tells me, still tickling me.

Father appears at the door.

"What on earth is going on?" He laughs. "Soph is squealing like she's being murdered!"

"He's killing me!" I gasp laughing.

"She wont get up. So I resorted to the only way I can get her up, without dumping freezing cold water on her. Tickling." Dad explained.

"I'll get up! I'll get up! Please stop!" I beg, still trying to get away from his torturous tickling hands.

Dad grins. "I win." He stops tickling me, placing his hands back on my waist gently, before standing up, pulling me into a standing position and kissing me on my forehead. "Tomorrow, if you don't get up when I first tell you, its the water." He warns me, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah. Go on. Get out so I can get dressed." I tell him, rolling my eyes.

He hugs me, before he and Father go downstairs, shutting my door behind them.

I quickly get dressed, realising I have no time for a shower this morning, like I normally have.

Once dressed, I apply a light layer of make up, brush my hair, leaving it loose, before shouldering my bag, that I packed last night.

Grabbing my phone from my nightstand, I head downstairs. I put my bag on the table, and grab some breakfast biscuits to go, from the cupboard, shoving them in my pocket, along with my phone, as Father puts a plastic container with a packed lunch in my bag, with a bottle of water, before doing the same for Dad.

I don't want to have packed lunch, but we don't know what Vegetarian choices there will be for lunch in the school cafeteria, so I'll be having packed lunches until further notice.