School

We both went back to bed for the remaining hours of darkness.

By the time he was up and checking our rooms for me, I was already waiting downstairs in the Living Room.

I wore a halter top with a large-necked sweater over it. And fitted blue jeans with twining lettering on the back pockets and worn-out knees. They were acid washed to look old.

My hair was swept back in a messy ponytail, and I was staring at the stairs, waiting. Surrounding my eyes in dark liner and coating my lids with a gold shadow that made my eyes glitter. And lip gloss which gave mine, a sheen. Since I rarely wore makeup, it immediately drew his attention. Making his step slow on the stair.

“What’s all this…” He asked slowly.

“I’m ready to go to school. I assume you’ll want me riding with you?” I offered.

“Absolutely.” He quickly asserted. But he was eyeing me. Aware something was up.

Too clever to miss my strange behavior.

He ushered me to the door holding it open for me.