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Chapter 1: What Time Is It? Not Quite Summer

When I woke up this morning, I had thought that I would no longer be an awkward Sophomore, but a grown-up Junior who was going to have the coolest summer yet now that I was older. But I had never been more wrong in my life, and this is after I made the decision to throw a brick at a raging goat-lion-dragon Animal-Kingdom Smoothie creature. I'll get back to that later.

As usual, my alarm sounded off at 7am. The song "Wake Me Up" rang in my ears through my iPhone. The lines, "So wake me up when it's all over, when I'm wiser and I'm older", never had been more true in the case of this Thursday morning. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the white popcorn ceiling above me. For some reason, at this very moment my bed had never felt so comfortable. But that is usually the case when you first wake up in the morning and don't want to leave your bed. I then remembered that today was the last day of school, and if I have gotten up 184 days for the learning death hole, then I can surely wake up for one more day.

I rolled out of bed, the cool sheets leaving my body and staying on the bed in a mangled mess. Normally this was not the case. Normally they were nice and neat, showing that I hadn't moved much throughout the night. Occasionally the sheets would be tousled from when I had nightmares and would squirm around in the night. But for the past few weeks, every single night I had nightmares. The nightmares consisted of monsters, people with swords, and even some strange goat men thingies. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I mean, I stopped eating chocolate before bed a long time ago, so it definitely couldn't be that.

I walked down the hall and took a left into my bathroom. My legs were aching a bit from my cross country practice yesterday. Coach always makes me do extra miles at the end of training. I don't really mind it that much though. Running has always been my escape from reality. I like to pretend that I'm with my mom and dad, and come up with all the adventures we would have if they were here.

I looked into the bathroom mirror and see my brown haired, blue eyed face staring back at me. My Grandma always says I look like an Emma Watson with blue eyes, but I am not nearly as pretty as her. I definitely don't have her perfect skin as I have faint scars on my face from previous acne and getting cut by moving branches as I run through the woods on cross country meets. Seriously, those branches came out of nowhere.

After I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put on my school uniform (yuck) for the day, I headed down stairs. My Grandma was sitting at the table, like usual, drinking her black coffee and eating a bagel. She looked up from the newspaper at me smiling. "Good morning my dear," she said to me with a little twinkle in her eye. I could tell she had been crying a little as she normally did on this day every year. Not only was her only granddaughter growing older and graduating another year in school, but this was also the day she lost her son, my dad. I was only 2 years old when it happened. I don't remember much of what happened either. Supposedly my mom and dad were driving to the store when their car got hit head on by a semi-truck that was spinning out of control. I do remember, though, my Dad and Mom's kind smiles, all the laughs and giggles we had, the bed time stories about heroes, and the trips to Grandma's house on holidays. After they passed away 14 years ago, my Grandma became my legal guardian and the rest is history.

"Good morning, Grandma", I replied as I headed to the toaster to toast my own bagel. I could feel her eying me, wondering if I had been crying about my parents too this morning. "Did you have a good sleep?" she asked. "Have the nightmares stopped?"

"I slept fine. I still had nightmares though." She knit her eyebrows and slowly turned to her paper, mumbling softly to herself.

Once I finished breakfast, I headed to the living room to get my backpack and lunch box. I grabbed my car keys and headed towards the front door. "See ya Grandma. Have a good day," I said as I opened the door. But before I could walk out, Grandma came around the corner from the kitchen. She looked at me, her eyebrows were still knit, an indication that she was nervous and concerned. "Okay darling," she said. "Please be very careful, though. Especially today."

It was strange that lately, after I had told her about my nightmares, she began to say this to me. Of coarse she had told me before to be careful, but for some reason she has been extra concerned lately. But I chalked it up to the fact that I was getting older.

"Yes, Grandma, I will. Love you," I replied as I shut the door behind me.

The first part of my day was actually quite normal. I met up with my friends Jesse and Laura, who are also on the cross country team, like usual.

"Well, it's the last day of being lower classmen!" Jesse exclaimed, beaming widely behind my open locker door.

"Thank goodness," I replied. "I can't wait for this summer's beach trip with just the three of us. It's going to be so great! We will officially be young adults."

"Heck yeah," said Laura smiling. She peered down the hall past my locker, her eyes sparkling. That could only mean one thing, Christian was heading down the hall.

"Look at your 3 o'clock, Mr. Hottie is walking towards us," Laura said raising her eyebrows.

I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd began drooling right then. I looked behind my locker to see, sure enough, Christian walking towards this end of the hall like he always did. Trailing behind him was his posy of football jocks and the cheer leaders. Your classic high school stereotype situation. It could've literally been a situation taken from a movie about high schoolers. He rarely talked to people outside his posy. But occasionally, when other athletes did good in competitions and games he would say something to us.

I turned back to my locker, trying to load the textbooks I needed for the day in my bag. Even though it was the last day of classes, you could never be too prepared.

"Cy! What are you doing!" Laura exclaimed. "He is going to talk to you! Remember you got first in your meet two nights ago!"

"Will you quit it. He's just a guy who only cares about himself and is trying to seem like a genuine nice guy," I said, rolling my eyes.

To be honest, I didn't really know Christian. I just know that he annoyed me to no end. I mean, of coarse he was popular. Not only did he look similar to the movie star Tom Holland, just with blond hair, but he also had an amazingly athletic body, good grades in school, and was starting quarterback of the football team. He would then make it seem like he's everyone's friend, only just to ignore you when you didn't do good in a competition or meet up to his standards. We were both good athletes, so we both had a mutual understanding of that. But beyond that, I had never spoken to him. He was also a bit too cocky and confident for my taste.

He stopped behind me and my locker. I could feel everyone looking at him and me. Of coarse I was expected to turn around because he was the coolest guy, and apparently everyone's eyes were supposed to be on him. I hear him clear his throat behind me. I turn around to see him smirking with his perfectly tanned face and white teeth. His hazel eyes staring back at me. Oh, how I hate him. What a perfect life he must have, not worrying about anything.

I smile back at him my eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say great job on finishing first in your meet the other day. That's awesome," Christian said.

"Thanks," I said as I turned around and busied myself with fixing my locker. And that was the end of that conversation.

I could hear Christian and his posy of followers turn and continue heading down the hallway.

"Oh, he is so nice and cute!" Laura said.

"But you could've said a bit more to him, Cyan," Jesse said, with a frown on her face.

"You guys, he is totally faking being nice and 'one of the athletes'. He is a rich kid who has both his parents and a perfect life, and he knows that he's better than everyone else. So, I am not going to give him the satisfaction of having everyone at the school bowing at his feet," I said feeling the heat rising in my cheeks.

"Ugh, you're so stubborn," Laura said.

I swung my book bag around my shoulder and slammed my locker shut just as the first school bell rang.

"C'mon. We don't want to be late for our last day of classes," I said as I turned and walked towards the opposite direction of where Mr. Perfect went.