chapter eighty-four

                                    

                                          
My mother was sitting at the table drinking some of her coffee with the radio set up next to her as the weather man went on joking around for people to start grabbing their shovels. explain how many inches of snow we got and how school would be closed. I was cheering up inside as my mother let out a groan, setting her mug down and turning her head to me as she started tapping at the table a bit a frown slowly crawling on her face while I stood there smirking just to get a rise out of my mother. 
"You know you'll be helping"
"Wh-"
"If you argue I'm getting the belt"
"Yes ma'am" I quickly said racing back into my room changing to a warmer outfit as I took my hairbrush running it through my (c/h) hair looking over at the mirror as I thought for a second I saw that light again right behind me. I shook my head knowing my mind was playing tricks on me but I couldn't help but keep thinking about the dream maybe I was too caught up in trying to figure out who was my secret admire but it wouldn't explain why I found myself back at me and the boys hiding spot I was still glad though that I didn't end up in the arms of the grabber. Outside I heard my dad heavy footsteps as I took off out my room walking to the front door watching as my father gave my mother a kiss on the cheek while she whisper something to him as he let out a groan picking up his jacket walking over to the front door nodding his head at me as I nodded back pulling my own jacket over stepping into my boots as he unlock the door shoving his weight against the door as the ice broke its grip on the door falling onto the floor breaking into a few pieces. We both walk out as my mouth almost drops at the sight of snow. I could make a whole fake house out of it. Suddenly my father threw a shovel into my direction as I flinched back jumping out the way watching it fall to the ground. I was brought back to reality as I picked up the shovel walking over to my side of the house pushing a pile of snow out the driveway while my father was shoveling out the porch. it only took a few minutes before I grew bored as my father looked up from his own work making his way to me.
"if you like kiddo you can stop at the grab and go for a break I'll take it from here but be back here soon or no tv for a week" 
I nodded my head throwing the shovel down pushing my way out through the snow to the sidewalk I think as I kick up the snow around me leaving footprints behind as I was slowly but surely making my way to the grab and go as in the distanct I could catch a glimpse of it. my pace quicken as I kept pushing my way through making it to the front door running inside for the little warmth the store had as the worker looked up from her magazine staring down at me before returning back to whatever gossip there was as I made my way over to the pinball machine that was left open. I knew I had some change in my pocket I just didn't know if I be lucky enough to get a quater as I dug my hand through each pocket of my jacket pulling out a few pennies, two dimes, five nickels and one quater. I took the extra nickles walking up to the worker as I set them down infront of her. 
"can I get a qauter?" I asked as she looked back up at me blowing up her gum till it popped as she took the nickles counting them out before handing me a quater "thanks"
I turned back around ploping one of the quaters into the machine waiting for it to spring to life as the light flicker on. I laid my hand over the buttons as the ball quickly dropped. I started pushing my fingers agasint the button watching the ball hit up over and over hitting a point each as I bite my lip a little focusing in till the machine stopped working as the ball fell down I was ready to push the button but the mecanics didn't bug as the ball drop ending the game then I heard a whistle on my left as I turned my head seeing michael with the cord wrapped around his finger. everything peice into my head as I realized it wasn't the machine breaking down on me but michael finding a way to grab my attention inside I was livid as one of my hand held a grip onto the machine while the other was balled up a fist. 
"what the hell Michael!" 
"woah (y/n) whats wrong"
"No don't play dumb you unplug the game and now had made me waste a whole quater and ruined my game why???"
"I wanted to grab your attention"
of course he did 
"couldn't you have just tap me on the shoulder and wait for me to loose or win the game instead of unplug it next time" I snarled out crossing my arms trying to bite back at that boiling anger.
"oh sorry I just wanted to apologize for yesterday and the way I acted, my grandma told me that you weren't really happy with me and I can understand why" 
"well yeah it felt like I was just a stranger around you"
"I know I'm sorry for that"
you should be I wanted to say as I looked down at the ground tapping my foot a little ready to leave until michael stopped me.
"look the reason why I had a fight with moose is because he was talking about you"
"well I told you Moose was an asshole and next time don't fight him"
"but-"
"look Michael just don't pick a fight with him I don't want to see you get hurt, I have to get going now goodbye" I said walked off quickly leaving him there standing by the machine. Something deep down in my gut didn't always feel right when michael was near so I didn't want to stick around much longer as I made my way back home grabbing the shovel once again shoveling through the snow. thats when my mother came out calling out my name. "yeah mom?"
"Finn calling you" 
never have I ever drop the shovel so fast and race my way up the stairs almost tumbling over my own feet rushing to the phone.