Chapter 3: School Day Headaches; Blame The Freezing Rain

Love Has No Borders

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Hannah June's POV (February 1st, 1966)

Waking up early in the morning has always been difficult, but when I woke up at the crack of dawn for school that morning the only thing I could think about was going back to sleep. My entire body felt like it was made out of lead.

Correction: A thousand pounds of the heaviest element. Whatever that was. I couldn't think of it then.

Sodapop didn't say anything when I got back to he house, and I was glad. We silently forgave each other.

"Hannah, get up already! Darry's gonna come in and drag your butt out of bed himself if you don't," Sodapop complained roughly, still groggy himself. I sighed audibly and pushed the top half of myself up and heaved my legs over the side of my warm bed.

I must have gotten up too quickly, because I lost my balance and almost fell over. I was able to steady myself though and I felt Soda's worried stare on my back.

"I stood up too quick," I told him, answering the unasked, but assumed question. Sodapop shrugged, rubbing the sleep out of his.

Soda trudged out of the room, dragging his feet. I laughed lightly at him, but it quickly turned into rough coughing.

Luckily, and surprisingly, my three overprotective older brothers didn't hear me coughing. Internally, I sighed with relief and started to get ready for school, even though no part of me wanted to. I hated school, and today the warmth of my bed seemed extremely welcoming.

I was late to school, of course. No matter that time I got up I was late. I was in grade six science class at my school, but I was still in fourth grade Reading and Writing and fifth grade Math. I was able to take sixth grade Social Studies, even though my memory was severely challenged.

"Hannah June Curtis! Stop primping your hair and get in here already," Darry hollered from the kitchen.

"Yas, Yas," I mumbled under my breath. I heard Ponyboy laugh at some joke Two-Bit said as I rushed out the door.

OoOoOoO (Later that afternoon)

"Miss Curtis, could you tell us what is the answer to number seventeen?"

Much to my embarrassment, I wasn't even for sure what page we were on. I glanced at the person next to me, which happened to be Annabelle, to see what the question even was in the first place. Our math teacher, Mr. Davids, gave me a long and annoyed stare.

"If you were paying attention at all, Hannah, you would know that the problem I was asking you to solve can be found written on the board. To those of you who are paying attention, you know that the answer is 2 twenty-sevenths."

Oh, right. I knew that completely.

I felt my ears grow warm. I mumbled an apology and hoped that he wouldn't give me the ruler anytime soon.

My head gave another ferocious pound against the side of my skull. I winced and closed my eyes to try and block it out. It didn't subside, though. Stupid rain, I thought.

A/N: Word Count: 626 words.

Aufenthalt Gold,

~Alee XxX