9. Bad Luck

I get up before Ryan does again. I lay out my clothes and put on some black jeans, a white t-shirt and I steal Ryan’s leather jacket again. My bruised eye has turned from purple to brown and yellow. I can open it fine and it doesn’t hurt anymore. I fix my hair, brush my teeth and wash my face in the bathroom. I think the water wakes Ryan up because he stumbles into the dimly lit hallway rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“Good morning,” I start.

“Morning,” he grunts.

“Do you want me to drive you? I don’t have to be at classes till ten,” he continues.

“Sure, okay,” I reply.

“Do you want to go out for breakfast? We have time,” he asks.

I was kind of getting sick of cereal.

“Okay,” I answer.

“Let me get dressed,” he replied slipping back inside the bedroom.