Krista had lain awake in bed all night long. Black circles under her eyes from exhaustion. She had suffered from insomnia that night, like she usually had when her mother left on tour. This time she was on her way to Austin, TX.
Linda, the housemaid, slowly opened her door, about ready to wake Krista up.
"Come on dear, you don't want to be late." She said softly as she walked over to Krista's bedside. Of course she didn't want to be late, Krista hated missing a mechanics and guitar class. She felt like missing one meant missing the rest, and she simply couldn't waste her life away doing that.
Groaning, she sat up, pulling a plain T over her head. The jeans she decided to wear were put out on top of her dresser, ready to put on for a new day. Kriss pulled those on too.
Walking to the bathroom, Kriss looked over to a picture on the wall. One of her family before her father had sold himself to the drugs that have taken over his life, before the fight he and Kriss' mother had that led to divorce. Her eyes filled up with tears. There had been no time to take that down, since her mother was always out of the house, so it remained in that position, a sad reminder of what once was a happy past.
A quick brush of the hair and teeth, a hearty breakfast made specially by Linda, and Kriss was pulling out of the driveway in her pick-up. A beat up yellow Chevy with black stripes across the sides. A gift from her mother when Kriss turned 16 and had her license to drive.
The school wasn't that far from where she lived. Only a 10 minute drive from her cottage to the one place where she could escape her confusing life in the midst of home.
Kriss relaxed as she pulled into the driveway, parking close to the doors so she could have a quick way out without having to beat the crowd of teenagers, eager to head home.
She pulled out her school supplies and headed over to a field bench where she could relax some more while she waited for the starting bell to ring.
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Sheldon awoke in a daze as his bell blared over the silence of his head. Turning to look at the time, his father walked in.
"Time to get up son, I'll drive you today." He announced with a huge grin across his face. He was already in uniform, ready for a day's work in the field.
"Better to get there early so you can get ready for the test that's coming up." Sheldon stared at him.
"There's no test coming up, dad, the teachers haven't said anything about one." His father laughed.
"All the better to study in case one comes up." Sheldon groaned. He hated how his parents pushed into studying so hard, no wonder many people teased him behind his back as he sat, his nose buried in the depths of next week's lesson. It wasn't his fault that he was the offspring over two pushing parents.
"Okay dad.. Just let me get ready." He sighed as he pulled himself out of bed.
Pulling on a pair of old jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoodie. Sheldon ran into the bathroom and got ready. Outside, in the living room, his father stood, two lunches in hand.
"Dad, do you really need two?" Sheldon joked, taking one bag from his now laughing father.
"Well, let's go BYE MOM!" Sheldon ran out the door, eager to leave the house.
The drive to the school was quite, as usual.
The police car pulled into the parking lot, and Sheldon left, bidding good day to his father, and ran into the school to read in oneof the many hallways