AN: thankyou for your patients (is that right? Because it feels like i'm saying plural patient), I'ma try and update weekly from now on ;) no promises.

Kay woke up at the harsh bleeping of her alarm clock. 7 am. She shut the alarm clock off, and swung her legs off the bed. She shuffled, zombie like, downstairs, and started making breakfast for herself. She started eating her cereal at the breakfast bar, when her "mother" shuffled in herself. She yawned as she reached for her own breakfast,
"Well, I hope you're in a better mood now than you were last night,"
Kay nodded, quickly finished her cereal and ran to shower and pack her bag for school. She heard her "mum" sigh as she left.
It was only 7:45 by the time she'd finished getting ready for her school. She sat on her bed in her school trousers, shirt, blazer and tie. All of which she loathed, and therefore usually dragged out the process of pulling it on as long as possible. She'd have to wait for at least 15 more minutes before her brother was ready, and "mum" was ready to drive them to school.
She didn't want spare time, because that meant that she could think. And if she thought it might all come back to her. What had happened last night. And she'd have to face the truth that it was a dream, or fantasy or something just utterly unreal. Her eyes wandered to her water bottle. She placed her hand on top of it. She didn't want to try in case she failed. She shook her head and zipped her bag up. It was still quarter to, and it would take her half an hour to walk, she would be on time if she left now.
She walked down the corridor and peeked into her brother's room. He was lying face down with his covers ruffled at the edge of the bed. She guessed this would be another day where her brother (sometimes herself) made them late.
Decision made, she ran down the stairs past her mum,
"Bye, I'm walking, bye!" and out the door. She practically skipped down the street, lest her "mother" should run out after and make her wait the extra excruciating 15+ minutes.
After a few streets it became easier to focus on walking. A couple other students walked and cycled past her as she got closer to the school. Mostly ignoring her. Her first lessons went by slowly, while she mainly just watched the clock. She spent break sitting near her friends on the small patch of grass on the outskirts of the school. The topic of conversation this day: Who knows? Kay didn't say a word.
"So how was your last lessons?"
"Boring. Yours?"
"Same." And that was pretty much it. Then Kay sat through another two lessons of clock-watching. Leading to lunch, during which a very similar conversation occurred. It occurred to her, just how much of her life she spent waiting. Waiting for a lesson to finish so she could go to lunch, waiting for lunch to be finished so she could wait for yet another lesson to end. She watched some boys play football on the tennis courts (which also served the school as netball, hockey, and outdoor basketball courts) in front of them. She was lazily aware that the conversation was turning to a boy. She watched one boy with curls like Ethan's tackle effortlessly and take aim.
"He was in my English lesson,"
"OMIGOD reeeeeeeallly?"
"Yep. And he's like really smart, and, get this, he sits diagonally behind me,"
"Noooo, you are like so lucky."
"I know and I asked to borrow a pencil from him, but then frickin Jenny had to ruin it and offered me one."
Kay was used to this kind of conversation. Omigod this guy he's new he's so cute, he totally lent me his ruler, and like looked right at me. The two girls were forever fawning over someone. Sometimes Kay joined in, but she felt strange just laying out her feelings like that. The boy in the goal caught the ball, and the boy who shot reacted by running his hands through his blonde hair and turning.
"The best part is definitely his accent, Australian is so cute." At this Kay's ears perked up, she turned to look at the girls, then quickly back to the make-shift pitch. But just as the boy was about to turn in Kay's direction, the bell rang out. Everyone started filing off of the courts, and the field, and the tarmac and into the buildings. But Kay kept her eyes on the boy with the blonde curls. He stopped to talk to another boy who gestured towards the ball which had been left on the "pitch". When the boy turned to get the ball it was away from Kay.
"Hey Kay, come on we've got biology together," Lizzie looked down at Kay, and offered a hand to help her up, Kay kept her eyes on the courts.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll -" Kay was about to say 'catch you up', but at that moment the boy turned and faced Kay directly for a split-second before running off. It certainly looked like Ethan. Or did he? Kay looked at Lizzie's out-stretched arm and took a hold of her hand. Grabbing the strap of her all too heavy bag. " 'K' let's go."
Once they were in the building the other girl started climbing the stairs immediately to their left, giving a short wave to the other two, who made their way to the science block.

AN: Thanks for reading, any reviews, critisicm, helpful hints, are welcome and wanted. Have a good week xx