"No, Mom. We both know that you do better with this shift. Plus, I have the anklet on so if I were ever in trouble help would be there in less than five minutes." I pull down my other sock to show her my ankle monitor. When my dad got arrested I didn't take it well and ended up getting in some big trouble. They made a deal with my mom and me that if we moved away from the area, cut all ties, and cleaned up our act then they'd let me out on parole instead of sending me to juvie or worse.
I would have rather taken the time, but my mom didn't want to lose both of us so she took the deal. That was five weeks ago. We've been here for just under a month. It took some time for us to get my records here so I've been doing a sort of home schooling through the school here. It's so easy that I could so the work in my sleep, if I could sleep that is. Ever since we got here I've been sleeping just a couple of hours a night if I sleep at all. Then I would go out and explore. Sure, this town is tiny and there really is nothing but I have seen on the outskirts of town that there is a bit of a nightlife.
So far I've stayed clear of it because I know if I get caught anywhere near something illegal then I'll be locked up. No second chances. No excuses. That's why I was happy when I found the diner that's always open. It struck me as odd for such a small town to have a twenty-four hour place but there is a steady stream of people constantly. I have been going there every night since I found it. I love it there especially just before 5:00 when that guy comes in.
I've heard Indra call him Bellamy once. He has dark hair that's just long enough to curl. It always looks messy like he's just gotten out of bed. I want to run my fingers through it. I've dreamed of doing just that in fact. Then his eyes; they're warm like mocha. They look kind even when he scowls. I can tell that he's more dangerous than kind though. He always has on a black leather jacket, black boots, and jeans. When he gets on his motorcycle all I can think is that I wonder what it would be like to be on the back of it with my arms wrapped around him. Would he be a cautious driver? No, he'd be fun.
"Clarke, you better hurry and get in the shower. You have to leave soon or you'll be late. And make sure you leave those friends here." My mom's voice pulls me out of my daydreaming. When she says friends she points to the knives that I'm holding.
I look down at them and chuck them at the wall without looking. I hear them slam into the dart board that I have hanging on the wall. I don't have to look to know that they hit the bullseye.
