April
"Mom where are my sneakers? I'm late for college." I shout. "It's where they always are. I don't know why you've to keep asking me every day April? Are you so incapable of finding your own stuff?" my mother replies back.
I know where they're placed but I still Iike the little conversations we have because we barely talk with each other, she is mostly at the hospital working. She is a famous surgeon and I have everything except for my mother's love.
Mom! What's for breakfast?" I ask and go into the kitchen to see. The counters are empty and the refrigerator is empty as shit except for some leftover pizza from last night.
"Buy something. I don't have time to cook April" my mother retorts. I don't know why she can't be a normal mother for once.
I walk up to the rack, wear my sneakers. I pick up my bag, my car keys and shut the door with a loud thud. I rev up the car and leave for college. I don't wanna be late for my first day.
I put on the radio and Taylor Swifts Bad Blood is on. Whenever I'm sad and angry I don't know why Tay's voice always makes me feel good. My phone rings which is in the bag. I reach to pick it up when suddenly a boy on a bike crosses the road. I step on the brake but the boy manages to get hit by my car. I'm shocked and just stare at him through the wind shield who lies on the road with his bike on top of him.
Jackson
"Where have you been Jackson Avery?" my mother asks with a concerned look on her face. "I thought you'd miss your first day of college baby boy."
"Mom! I'm not your baby boy anymore!! I went to the garage for some repairs after church. But do I really have to go to college?" I'm not sure about college since it's way too much for us to pay for but my mother is hell bent on sending me off to college so I've a good future.
"You're always gonna be my baby boy and I want nothing more than seeing my handsome boy in that black coat getting your degree and I pray to Jesus he makes it happen. It's my last wish that you graduate and become a world famous surgeon." my mother says with tears in her eyes like she knows her fate.
"Damn it Mom! you're not gonna die. I'm saving up money for your surgery and you're gonna be there when I graduate I assure you." I reply hiding the tears that well up in my eyes.
"No cursing Jackson! Apologize! Now go and get ready or you're gonna be late. I've made pancakes, your favorite, so you have a good start." my mother says. "Sorry Mom" I apologize.
I walk up to my room upstairs, take a shower and change into a casual jeans and t-shirt. I've nothing much to choose from but I make do with what I have. I sit on the chair for breakfast and thank Lord for what he has to offer and eat those delicious pancakes. My mother sure knows how to make my day better. "Mom I'm leaving. The pancakes were lovely. Thank you Ma!". I leave the house closing the door and walk up to the bike which I won in an Innovation contest.
I wear my helmet and ride the bike in a medium pace. I don't want anything to happen to it mostly because I don't have extra money for the repairs. I admire the fresh air from the trees and breathe in deeply.
The next second I know I'm on the ground with my bike on me. There's a black car. I can't see who's in the driver seat. I try to move but I can't because of the bikes weight.
Three guys standing nearby come and lift the bike. I move my legs and try to stand but I'm back on the ground. My legs are shaking due to the impact. I think I've sprained my ankle.
I manage to see the girl in the driver's seat. She is really beautiful. She has lovely green eyes like the ocean. She is short and has lovely red hair. I'm mesmerized by the way she looks. She comes out of her car and towards me.
"Hello Mister. Are you alright?" she asks. Her voice is soothing and nice to hear. "I... Uh... I...um.." I'm speechless. I can't seem to form words. I try to speak but I can't. I'm just staring at her.
Is this what love at first sight is? Then most definitely I'm in love with this girl who just hit me by her car. If it was anybody else I would have punched his face. But she has me mesmerized.
"Hello? Can you hear me? Are you okay??? Are you deaf or something? Can you speak? " she tries to ask me by ASL but I've no idea what it means. She take my phone from nearby and types her number, gives herself a call. "Oh great! I just hit a deaf and dumb boy. I'll call you later. I've somewhere I need to be. I'm really sorry for your bike." she says. "I...uh... I'm not deaf or dumb" I say to myself as she hurries off in her car.
My friend Mark Sloan passes by and screams "What happened Jackson? Who did this to you?". When reality sinks in I turn around and see my bike lying on the ground almost lifeless. I can't believe I just let a girl hit me and leave without any altercation. I promise myself I'm not gonna leave her just like that after what she did to my bike. I'm not going to let whatever I felt, take over me again. I call the tow guys to take my bike to the garage and leave for college with Mark.
