Her grace can't save you now.
Two.
“Zacky is that you?” My mom called out as I entered the house.
“Yeah Mom it’s me” I put my guitar down and kicked my shoes off leaving them by the door.
The whole house smelled like baking so my guess was Mom had gotten a new order of cakes or some form of sweet food to make, Dad was the one who brought in the money for my tuition fees but my Mom set her own business up when she was my age and she was still going how sixteen years on, most teenage boys wouldn’t be proud of their Mom’s, but I am, she’s the one who taught me that you actually have to work for things in life, they’re not just handed to you.
“Did you have a good day sweetie?” She asked me as I wandered into the kitchen to get a drink.
“Yeah, almost got my demo finished” I yawned.
“What about your other homework”
“I’m gonna go do it now” I said eating a bit of the left over pastry.
“Zachary stop eating my work” She said slapping my hand away, but a smile pulled at her lips.
“So what you making Mom?” I genuinely had no idea.
“Some weird ass strawberry cream things”
“Save me one” I said “I’ll be the judge of whether they’re weird ass” I said turning and starting up the stairs to my bedroom. I threw my bag down and pulled out my school books, I really didn’t want to do it but if I didn’t it meant I lost credit for those classes and I was already failing English because I wasn’t doing the homework. So I really needed to get this done too. But I hated English, it’s not that I couldn’t do it, I just didn’t like it, because I preferred music, music came over every subject, because it was my passion.
I managed to get my homework done by half eleven and then I just collapsed into bed, I didn’t even bother to eat anything, I was just too tired from school and homework. I didn’t really dream of anything, just a pair of black pump dancing shoes twirling around and around. Jesus I sound like such a pansy ass. But that’s what I dreamt of anyway. It was harmless and girly, nothing like me at all.
X-X-X
I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock and rolled out of bed, I went into the bathroom and took a shower, I don’t think I ever realised before how hard it is to wash your hair and brush your teeth at the same time. If I wasn’t running late I would’ve gone more slowly.
When I was dressed I ran down the stairs and pulled on my chucks, my Mom appeared from
the kitchen.
“Zacky baker what am I going to do with you” She said handing me money for lunch from her purse, I didn’t get it, I was eighteen in three months, and yet she still treated me like I was twelve, not that I minded all that much, it was nice to have a Mom who actually cared about me, unlike some kids at this school who never saw their parents or their parents were the pushiest fuckers you could ever meet.
“It’s cool Mom I did my homework”
“Well here take some pop tarts with you” She said handing me the packet as I shrugged into my jacket, I had my keys in my mouth and my wallet in my left hand, she laughed and shook her head.
“What?” I said shoving stuff in my pockets.
“Just like your Dad”
“When’s he coming home?”
“Next week” She sighed. I knew that she missed him a lot when he was away, I missed him too, but I wouldn’t admit that to anyone. “Okay sweetie have a good day and try not to get too pissy with anyone” She laughed
“I’ll try Mom” I laughed and left the house, it was only a short walk to school and it was a cool morning. I was there in ten minutes. The first period I had was study hall and I had told my instructor I wasn’t working on my demo that period because I had to finish my chemistry essay. So that’s what I was doing when she sat down next to me.
I looked up and the first thing that struck me was the extraordinary shade of blue her eyes were, they were so deep, and I will admit I got lost in them for a moment before I realised she was talking.
“... be my partner”
“Sorry what?” Okay back in the room Zack.
“Why won’t you be my partner Zack?”
“How do you know my name?”
“Your friend Johnny told me” She said “Now answer my question”
“Because I’m not a dancer, I play guitar, I’m good with my hands not with my feet”
“But I could teach you, you picked up that routine so quick, it wouldn’t take that long to teach
you the rest and you can do the lifts” She said
“No, look Darcy” I said
“How do you know my name?”
“Please your like this school’s star pupil”
“I’m really not that would be Ella” She said “But that’s not the point! You’re good, I don’t see why you won’t be my partner” She said “Zack I need you” She reached across the table and rested her hands on top of mine.
“I said no” I took my hand back. She huffed and stood up grabbing her purse and stalking off, a moment later Brian dropped down into her place. “Hi Brian” I sighed and threw my pen down.
“Why were you talking to Darcy Blue?” He asked me.
“Because she wanted to ask me something”
“What was that?”
“Whether or not I’d dance with her in the showcase”
“What the fuck? You’ve never danced in your life!”
“That’s what I said, just because I can lift her without dropping her”
“You as a dancer? You’d have to wear tights” He mused stroking his chin fluff, Brian always had this weird thing going on with his chin hair, he just had a patch of it on his chin, he actually shaved it like that. I never got it.
“Yeah I’m not wearing tights”
“Yeah Mom it’s me” I put my guitar down and kicked my shoes off leaving them by the door.
The whole house smelled like baking so my guess was Mom had gotten a new order of cakes or some form of sweet food to make, Dad was the one who brought in the money for my tuition fees but my Mom set her own business up when she was my age and she was still going how sixteen years on, most teenage boys wouldn’t be proud of their Mom’s, but I am, she’s the one who taught me that you actually have to work for things in life, they’re not just handed to you.
“Did you have a good day sweetie?” She asked me as I wandered into the kitchen to get a drink.
“Yeah, almost got my demo finished” I yawned.
“What about your other homework”
“I’m gonna go do it now” I said eating a bit of the left over pastry.
“Zachary stop eating my work” She said slapping my hand away, but a smile pulled at her lips.
“So what you making Mom?” I genuinely had no idea.
“Some weird ass strawberry cream things”
“Save me one” I said “I’ll be the judge of whether they’re weird ass” I said turning and starting up the stairs to my bedroom. I threw my bag down and pulled out my school books, I really didn’t want to do it but if I didn’t it meant I lost credit for those classes and I was already failing English because I wasn’t doing the homework. So I really needed to get this done too. But I hated English, it’s not that I couldn’t do it, I just didn’t like it, because I preferred music, music came over every subject, because it was my passion.
I managed to get my homework done by half eleven and then I just collapsed into bed, I didn’t even bother to eat anything, I was just too tired from school and homework. I didn’t really dream of anything, just a pair of black pump dancing shoes twirling around and around. Jesus I sound like such a pansy ass. But that’s what I dreamt of anyway. It was harmless and girly, nothing like me at all.
X-X-X
I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock and rolled out of bed, I went into the bathroom and took a shower, I don’t think I ever realised before how hard it is to wash your hair and brush your teeth at the same time. If I wasn’t running late I would’ve gone more slowly.
When I was dressed I ran down the stairs and pulled on my chucks, my Mom appeared from
the kitchen.
“Zacky baker what am I going to do with you” She said handing me money for lunch from her purse, I didn’t get it, I was eighteen in three months, and yet she still treated me like I was twelve, not that I minded all that much, it was nice to have a Mom who actually cared about me, unlike some kids at this school who never saw their parents or their parents were the pushiest fuckers you could ever meet.
“It’s cool Mom I did my homework”
“Well here take some pop tarts with you” She said handing me the packet as I shrugged into my jacket, I had my keys in my mouth and my wallet in my left hand, she laughed and shook her head.
“What?” I said shoving stuff in my pockets.
“Just like your Dad”
“When’s he coming home?”
“Next week” She sighed. I knew that she missed him a lot when he was away, I missed him too, but I wouldn’t admit that to anyone. “Okay sweetie have a good day and try not to get too pissy with anyone” She laughed
“I’ll try Mom” I laughed and left the house, it was only a short walk to school and it was a cool morning. I was there in ten minutes. The first period I had was study hall and I had told my instructor I wasn’t working on my demo that period because I had to finish my chemistry essay. So that’s what I was doing when she sat down next to me.
I looked up and the first thing that struck me was the extraordinary shade of blue her eyes were, they were so deep, and I will admit I got lost in them for a moment before I realised she was talking.
“... be my partner”
“Sorry what?” Okay back in the room Zack.
“Why won’t you be my partner Zack?”
“How do you know my name?”
“Your friend Johnny told me” She said “Now answer my question”
“Because I’m not a dancer, I play guitar, I’m good with my hands not with my feet”
“But I could teach you, you picked up that routine so quick, it wouldn’t take that long to teach
you the rest and you can do the lifts” She said
“No, look Darcy” I said
“How do you know my name?”
“Please your like this school’s star pupil”
“I’m really not that would be Ella” She said “But that’s not the point! You’re good, I don’t see why you won’t be my partner” She said “Zack I need you” She reached across the table and rested her hands on top of mine.
“I said no” I took my hand back. She huffed and stood up grabbing her purse and stalking off, a moment later Brian dropped down into her place. “Hi Brian” I sighed and threw my pen down.
“Why were you talking to Darcy Blue?” He asked me.
“Because she wanted to ask me something”
“What was that?”
“Whether or not I’d dance with her in the showcase”
“What the fuck? You’ve never danced in your life!”
“That’s what I said, just because I can lift her without dropping her”
“You as a dancer? You’d have to wear tights” He mused stroking his chin fluff, Brian always had this weird thing going on with his chin hair, he just had a patch of it on his chin, he actually shaved it like that. I never got it.
“Yeah I’m not wearing tights”
4/20/13