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“Thank you for not yelling at me.”
He grins. “Remember this when I wake you up at four in the morning for training.”
“Four?” My eyes widen as I glance at the clock on the wall. “Hunter, it’s nearly midnight.”
“Then I guess you better get some sleep. Because four AM is our new training time.”
I should’ve known I wouldn’t get off that easy.
Still, I don’t argue.
“Fine. I’ll see you at four.”
There are worst things than waking up at four in the morning. And it’s probably what I deserve after what I did. Besides, seeing Hunter first thing really is the best way to start the day.
After that, I head to my room. Hunter walks me there, requesting that I sleep with my door open tonight.
I’m surprised by how tired I am. I figured I wouldn’t be able to sleep with what happened, but I feel so safe having Hunter close by. He leaves the door to his room open too. And just knowing he’s there if I need him, I find myself relaxing. I fall asleep almost the moment my head hits the pillow.
Thursday, October 15
Twin day.
I am dead on my feet as I get ready for the day.
Hunter was serious about training at four in the morning. We got our day started with the longest run I’ve ever been on in my life and our training only got more intense after that.
Today is a day I’ve dreaded all week. Spirit Week has been a blast. But today is twin day. And since I’m ‘twinning’ with Harper, she chose our outfit.
I look in the mirror and shake my head.
I look ridiculous.
It’s the dress, really. Yellow isnotmy color.
I’m wearing a sunflower print skater dress. And instead of my normal sneakers, I’m wearing a pair of yellow sandals. My hair is in two fishtail braids.
Why do I let Harper talk me into these things? Hunter is so going to laugh when he sees me.
I step away from my mirror and head out of the room. I may as well get this over with.
Hunter, as always, is in the kitchen. He’s got on his usual school uniform and has a bowl of cereal on the counter. He pauses, turning to look at me. He cocks his head to the side as he studies me.
“Is it flower day?” he asks.
I groan, closing my eyes.
It’s worse than I thought.
“I do like the hair,” he adds.
I open one eye to look at him. “I look ridiculous.”
“What day is today?” he asks.
“You’ll see when we get to school.”
He shrugs, accepting my vague response. “Do you want to send a picture to Griffin?”
