Out Of My Depth

Lets Go

'BEEP BEEP BEEP!'
My alarm clock sounded as I groan and turn to the side of my bed and pull the lead from the socket stopping with beeping.

- 30 minutes later

I rub my eyes and sit up in bed. Yawning I go to grab my phone, HOOOOOOLY SHIT. LATE LATE LATE I AM 30 MINUTES LATE! I jump up abruptly and try running to my closet only to trip on the extention cord for my PS4 and come crashing down. I hug my knee in pain cursing under my breath, knowing I couldnt stay there for any longer I jump up and steady myself. I grab the closest clothes near me and throw them on, running to the bathroom in no time I get my toothbrush a fiercely scrub my teeth to perfection. Stumbling, I get back to my room and grab my phone. Shit, my phone didnt charge! AGH !!!!!! Throwing it into a rucksack I picked up from behind the door I sling it over my shoulder, grab the suitcase handle which was still on the landing and run downstairs like a mad man.

"Sammy darling we are about to go !" my mum calls from outside. "Why didn't you wake me up ??!!" I replied
"I thought you were already up darling, no worries just grab a ceral bar and get in the car'"
"Fine"
"Oh and by the way, your dads meeting us down there"
Dad. Huh, is that even possible ? He probably wouldnt show, why would he he never does, he does a fine job of caring about me and Klara. NOT.

My dad, Arthur, is a business man, he's never home. We practically have only one parent, mum still loves him though, I couldn't guess why. Sometimes he wont come home for weeks and Klara has basically grown up with me as her only male role model.
Apparently this will be a good time for us to have some father - son bonding time. As, If. He cant make time for me, so my PS4 and I, wont make time for him.

I walk into the kitchen and quickly grab some ice from the freezer and press it on my knee. Klara comes skipping in with Win, ( her Winnie The Pooh teddy bear shes had since she was 2 ) Ive always been quite glad about the fact she never liked Barbie or the Bratz doll things, I honestly think it would have ruined her a bit. Shes got a frilly dandelion skirt on with a sky blue top, her brown locks tied up in pigtails with yellow bows to finish. "Mornin Sam, how we doin this fiiiiiine day?" She says in a wonky American accent
"Wheres that accent come from miss ?"
"Ma American friend talks like this"
"TIME TO GO GET IN THE CAR!" Mum shrieks from outside
"Lets goooo!" Klara says and opens her arms signaling for me to pick her up. I hoist her up onto the side of my hip and grab 3 cereal bars for us for the journey. I lock the front door as we exit the house, open the car door of the black range rover, plop Klara in and buckle her up.

I shut the car door and walk round to the other side of the car still in a bit of pain with my knee. As Im looking out at the street for traffic I open the door and go to sit down but, Instead of sitting on the seat, I end up on someones lap!

Not so stealthily I jumped back tripping over and falling on my butt. Great.

The seat stealer quickly jumped up and came to see if I alright. As they stepped out the car I could see they were wearing a crimson hoodie, worn out converse and a pair of ripped jeans, even though they didn't look like the purpose ripped ones.

"Im so sorry"

Samantha. Her curly blonde hair falls out her hoodie as she bends down to check if I'm okay, I stand up and brush myself off pretending its nothing. How did I not see her earlier? Did I really just sit on her? What the hell is going on? And why am I so awkward?