Haunting you: Part 3
Next Week
I was trying to avoid Ryan, dad, and Annabelle as much as possible. I didn’t want to tell dad or Annabelle about what the guy said to me. I didn’t want Ryan to tell anyone or freak out. It was very complicated and very selfish of me, too.I walked out of my room before Ryan got out of his. I knew I couldn’t avoid him for long because he was taking me to school this week. This wasn’t the best plan I made.
I ran into Matthew on the way out. At least it wasn’t Ryan.
“I’m so sorry, Matt. I was in a rush to get downstairs for breakfast before I’m late for school.” He chuckled.
“You will never be late when Ryan’s driving. He’s always on time for everything. He’s never late.” He said. Matt and I never actually talked because I felt like he didn’t want me here and didn’t like me.
“Um okay.” I started to walk down the stairs.
“Wait, Lacey.” I stopped at the second step. “From what I said or how I was acting toward you. I’m really sorry. I should be treating better especially after what you’ve been going through. I was hoping we could start over.”
“I would really like that, Matt.” I smiled and I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Annabelle was cooking something, it smelled like pancakes, bacon, and eggs. If I was at home with mom, I would be making cereal for myself because mom would still be asleep because she’s too lazy to get up.
Annabelle turned around and saw me just standing there like a crazy person. She smiled and put two pancakes, two slices of bacon, some eggs on a plate and set a fork on the side of the plate. She set it on the island.
“Dig in. I hope you like it.” She wiped her hands on her apron. I sat down in one of the chairs at the island. I grabbed the plate and slid it toward me. She got out maple syrup from the one of the cabinets and put it on the island.
“It looks mouth watering, Annabelle. Thank you for breakfast, but you didn’t have to make this kind of breakfast. I would have had a bowel of cereal and a muffin.” Annabelle shook her head.
“Breakfast is the important meal of the day. The pancakes are multi-grain, the bacon is turkey, and the eggs are organic.” She smiled. This breakfast was a more healthy breakfast than whatever I had at home with mom. Mom always got sugary cereals.
“Thank you so much, Annabelle.” I grabbed maple syrup and poured some on my pancakes. I placed the syrup back on the island. I grabbed my fork and digged in. It tasted better than it looks.
“Would you like something to drink, Lacey?” I nodded my head. I swallowed the pancakes in my mouth.
“Yes please. Orange juice is fine with me.” She nodded her head, grabbed a glass from the cabinet, grabbed the orange juice from the refrigerator and poured me some. She placed it on the island.
“There you go.” I grabbed the glass and took a sip.
“Thank you, Annabelle.” She smiled and nodded her head. She continued cooking the rest of the pancakes, bacon and eggs. I continued to food my breakfast. I kind of felt like I wasn’t going to finish before Ryan came down.
“So, Lacey is everything okay?” I stopped chowing for a second and swallowed what I had in my mouth.
“Um, yeah. Everything is fine.”
“Okay, well you weren’t talking to Ryan, me or your dad.” Annabelle never turned around and stopped from what she was doing.
“Oh I’m sorry. I was trying to get stuff ready for today. I have to make sure I don’t forget anything on my first day of school.” Annabelle nodded her head. “It’s a weird thing I have. If I forget one thing, I have a bad day all day.” Annabelle turned around and looked at me.
“Your father never said anything about that.” She said.
“Well, he doesn’t really know. Well I don’t think he knows. It actually started in kindergarten. I forgot my blanket, I started throwing markers, pencils, and paint. I was coloring other kids. I was screaming like crazy. I was in “time out” all day. My teacher wasn’t sure what wrong with me. She knows I’m a good student, I’m very sweet, and I’m very quiet.” I explained to Annabelle.
“That’s very interesting and a little strange.” I nodded my head. “Okay, well get everything you need ready for your first day so you don’t have an episode.”
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I finished my breakfast as much as I can. I felt back that I didn’t finish all of my breakfast, but Annabelle said it was okay. She made me a lunch for today. That was really nice of her to do that. I wish I told her I could just buy my lunch from the school. But she would say it’s fine, she could make my lunch. Annabelle was like the mother I never had.
I packed everything I need for school. Pencils, pens, notebooks, paper, folders, and a book to read during lunch. I think I got everything I needed for school. I really wish I had my cell phone, but I had to leave it with mom because she thought it would be good idea if I left it there.
I grabbed my backpack and walked down stairs. Ryan was waiting at the door. He had a to go mug and a messenger bag. Looked like he was ready for whatever he did. I wasn’t really sure what Ryan did at the school. No one actually told me what he does.
“You ready?” Ryan asked. I nodded my head. “Alright.” He opened the door and I walked out waiting for Ryan to lock the door.
“Ryan, I’m really sorry I’ve been avoiding you. I thought it was the best thing to do, but it wasn’t. I thought you were going to tell my dad and Annabelle.”
“I would never tell mom or your dad what you told me. That’s something you should maybe tell them when you’re ready to tell them. That’s not something I would do. Ever.” Ryan explained. I nodded my head.
“Thank you, Ryan.” He nodded his head. “So I got a question for you.”
“Ask away.” We got to his silver Cadillac escalade. I walked to the backseat door on the passengers side. “Lacey, you can sit in the front.”
“Oh, sorry I’m use to sitting in the back in other people’s cars.” I walked to the passengers side and opened the door when Ryan unlocked the doors.
“So your question?” I put my backpack on the floor before I got in the car.
“Oh yeah. What exactly do you do at the school?” Ryan started the engine.
“I am the baseball coach.” I nodded my head. “It’s pretty cool. I told some of the guys on the team about you and asked if some of them could show you around the school.”
“Thanks, Ryan.” He smiled. “That really nice of you.”
“Hey, I got to look out for you. And so does Matthew, even though he doesn’t want nothing to do with you.”
“Actually he apologized. He said he was hoping we could start over. So now he’s not going to be like he was when I first go here.”
“He better not, I’ll have to hurt him.” Ryan winked at me and started driving.
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Ryan took me to the front office when we arrive at the school. The guy in the front had everything I needed, like my schedule, map of the school, locker code, locker number, and a paper all my teachers need to sign.
“Okay Lacey, I have to go. You can find me near the gym in one of the office.” I nodded my head. “Have a good day. See you after school.” Ryan smiled at me and walked away.
A guy came into the front office. He had brown wavy hair, brown eyes, and he was tall for his age. He was wearing a hoodie that wasn’t zipped up, baggy jeans, under the hoodie was a graphic tee, and vans shoes. He looked at me and smiled. He walked toward me.
“Hi, you must be Lacey, Coach Ryan’s step sister,” he asked. I nodded my head. “I’m Kris.” He held out his hand for me to shake.
“Hi, Kris. Nice to meet you.” I shook his hand. “Are the only guy on the baseball team, who’s going to show me around?” Kris shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m not really sure. I hope I’m not because Coach Ryan told us if we don’t show you around we all have to run laps.” I giggled. “Yea, so I hope everyone shows you around.” Kris smiled at me.
“Yea, we don’t want you to run laps when you don’t need to. But if you have to I’ll tell Ryan you shouldn’t run laps because you’re the only one who showed me around school.”
“Thanks.”
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Kris was really nice. We had 4 classes together. When we were walking to our 2nd period class, he asked if I wanted to sit with him at lunch. I said yes because I didn’t have anywhere else to sit. I had a feeling that Kris and I were going to be friends. I hope we were going to be friends.
“Poor Mr. Jones.” Kris laughed as we walked to the library. Our 4th period was in the library because it was a study hall.
“Yeah, I felt bad for him because he couldn’t say my last name right. But he’s not the only teacher or people who couldn’t. No one could say it right before I tell them how to say it.”
“Yeah, but that’s an interesting last name. Gagliardi.” I nodded my head. “Sounds Italian.” I laughed.
“It is, Kris.” Kris put his head in disappointment. I patted his head. “It’s okay, Kris.”
“I’m part Italian and I didn’t know that your last name was Italian.” I giggled. Kris snapped his head up and looked at me. “Don’t laugh or giggle at me.”
“What are you going to do if I do?” He stared at me then tried not to smile, but smiled. “Ha. You’re not going to do anything.”
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