Dim morning light drifted through the purple curtains. I stared engrossed as tiny dust motes flitted around in an intricate dance until vanishing on the edge of the light. A breeze wafted in to the room carrying the cool crisp smell of freshly fallen snow. I got up and threw the curtains open to allow the sunrises’ orangy hues to bath my room in light. I leaned out the window and took in a deep breath allowing the last bit of sleep to leave my body.
"Kaye? Honey, are you awake?” My dads voice sounded muffled through my door but his bright cheerful persona was unmistakable.
“Yeah, I’m up.”
“Alright, I’m making pancakes. Aidens already here.” I already knew that. I was up when his car drove into the driveway and parked next tom my dads jeep, headlights bouncing off the garage and dissapearing into the darkness. Aidens sleek jaguar was a jarring contrast to my dads beet up old jeep. In fact it didn’t seem to fit in at all in this small suburban community at all.
His family was the founding family of this old town and his father held an elderseat, one of the most prestigious positions to have. You could say they had money. No one knew where they got it, but they had it. Aidens family was a mystery. Always around to help out, but never actually around around. They’d be there one minute and disappear the next. Strange.
Aiden and I met in sixth grade. Nobody at school had even known that the Adayrs had a son, let alone one our own age, until he had walked into class mid September. He was the new boy, but not really. Parents, teachers and students alike gave him special privaleges because of his family name, but not me. I didn't see him as the heir of a multi-million dollar inheritance. I saw his as Aiden. He was my best friend.
Once we reached high school girls started to actually notice him.
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I never want to get out of bed in the mornings. Well good job and keep it up!
