It was a sunny day

Chapter 1

It was a sunny day. And I mean a really sunny day! I could tell, even though I was inside, because of the light streaming through my curtain. ‘Bloody curtains! I need new ones!’ I thought.

I rolled over, and fell out of the bed. ‘AARRgghhH! Why am I such a clumsy person?’ I got up off the floor and walked over to the window. So much for sleeping in on the weekend. Well, since I was awake anyway, why not get up and go for a run? Oh, because I didn’t want to! Well, I liked running and it was a sunny day, so I got dressed into shorts and a singlet. As I snuck downstairs, trying not to wake my family, I grabbed my iPod and ran out the door.

Oh, how I loved running on the weekend. There were no randoms to run next to, because they were all still asleep, and there were no pervy car drivers how checked out people as they ran!

I got into the rhythm of my newest songs by Anti-Flag. I thought they were cool, but none of my friends even knew who they were. But, who cares, I thought it made me run faster when I was listening to them.

The wind gently blew my hair off my face. Oops, ‘I forgot that bloody hair tie again.’ I thought as my long brown hair blew wildly around my face. ‘Why was I growing my hair long?’ I asked myself. It used to be short like a guys. Sooo much easier to take care of.

Anyway, I was running around near my house. Not much to see right near my house but houses and concrete, but when I ran further down, there was a park and trees. Much nicer to look at than boring cars.

It was quiet. Well, so I assumed, because I had my iPod blaring loudly, and I was singing horribly off key and loud. Then Barbie Girl came on my iPod, and I started singing loud again, because I thought ‘What the Hell? No one’s here to laugh at me singing Barbie!’ When I smacked right into someone turning the corner.

We both crashed onto the ground. And, I can tell you it was not a soft landing, because I had been running on the road.

“Owww…!” I cried out. “I’m so sorry.” I said to the person I was currently sitting on.

The person rolled over, and was finally free of my butt on there legs. “It’s okay. I should have looked around the corner first.”

He turned to look at me, with the greenest eyes I had ever seen. He stared right at me, and I thought he could hear what I was thinking.

Then he looked down at my legs, and I thought ‘Perv! What are you looking at?’ when he said “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

I had no idea what he was talking about, until I looked at my legs.

“Oh shit! Oh crap! What the hell!!” I yelled, because my legs were covered in blood. Obviously my fall onto the asphalt had grazed my legs deeply.

“Why am I so careless and clumsy?” I said out loud.

The guy tried to help me up, and answered “I have no idea.”

I laughed, “Did I say that out loud? Whoopsie Daisy.” I said as I stumbled to get my balance.

Then he laughed “Whoopsie Daisy? I haven’t heard that from anyone but my five year old sister!”

I hit him playfully on the shoulder. “Oh shut up. It’s not that funny. Can you help?”

Again I had lost my balance and landed on the road.

“I better get you off the road before you get yourself hit by a car. You weren’t kidding when you said you were clumsy.”

“Ha Ha.” I laughed sarcastically.

We hobble walked to the grass of the park and sat down.

“Thanks.” I said to this guy. “Sorry, it takes a lot of effort to keep me from injuries. Just wait till my coach sees my legs like this.” I groaned.

“Hey, it was no problem, considering I was the one who made you fall. Your coach?” He asked.

“Yeah, I have a dance competition tomorrow, and now my legs are grazed, bloody and ugly.” I looked at them in horror.

“Oh, well that’s bad. You really should be more careful.” He teased. Again, I hit him, this time on the back of the head.

“Ow. Stop hitting me, I cry easily.” He said. Then he added, “And your legs don’t look ugly.”

I looked him straight in the face. “Right… I won’t take that the wrong way.” I said, heavy with sarcasm.

He realised what he’d said. “No. I didn’t mean it that way. Like there is nothing wrong with your legs, but I mean, the blood has made it look worse. And I’m sure they’re really good, if I’d seen them before. And I’m not like that and,”

“Stop!” I put my hand over his mouth.

“Relax, I was only kidding with you.” I started. “But, anyway, I’ve gotta get home, before my family wakes up. Thanks for scrapping me off the road.” I got up off the ground and stretched my legs, ready for the long walk home.

He grabbed my hand. “Where are you going?”

I turned back to face him. “Ah…Home, remember, gotta beat my family from waking?”

“Well,” he began. “Hey! I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh! How stupid we are. We nearly kill each other and don’t even exchange names!” Again I was really sarcastic. It was bloody seven-thirty on a Saturday morning, so I was not fully awake.

He smiled at me, who knows why. “Anyway, I’m Jasper, but people just call me Jazz. And you are…?”

I put my hand out to shake. “I’m Katie. It’s nice to meet you, well not the crashing part. But I really do have to go. Sorry.”

I walked a few steps before I heard footsteps behind me.

“Are you walking home? Is it far?” Jazz asked.

“Well, yeah it is quite far. I ran extra far today, and I have to walk home now. Why?”

“I live like right around the corner. You could come back to my house, and Mum could take you home, or you could borrow a bike.” He suggested.

I was going to turn him down, when I realised I was a long way from home and I was too tired from my crash to walk right now.

“’Kay. If it’s alright with you, I am tired.”

“Course it’s okay. Come on, it’s around the corner.”

We walked in silence for a while, until we got to his street.

“So, this is my place.” He waved his arms exaggerating that fact.

“Coolies. Looks nice.” I said.

“Do you live near here? Like still in Jeningsville?” He asked as we entered his house.

“Sort of. I live down a few streets to the lake, then around it, and down a couple more blocks. Not too far, but it is actually Ressings.”

“Hey Jazz! How was your run?” A voice called from inside the house.

“It was good as always Dad.” We walked towards the voice.

The man was sitting at the kitchen bench and stopped his next sentence as he saw me come in.

“Hi.” I said. Wow, could I have sounded any stupider?

“Hello.?” The man replied, but unsure why this random chick was in his kitchen.

“Oh! Dad, this is Katie. We crashed while running, and I thought we could take her home.” Jazz finally introduced us, and stopped the awkward ‘Who the hell is this?’

“Hey, sure. I’ll take you home, but we have to wait until your mother gets home Jazz, from the milk bar.”

So, as it ended up, I was sitting in this guy’s house on a Saturday morning eating cereal and getting my legs bandaged by his dad.

“It’s a good thing I took a first aid course last year, otherwise I would have fainted.” The dad said as he cleaned the blood.

“Yeah, Dad’s scared of blood. Or he was. Dad do you want me to do it?” Jazz asked.

The dad had started to turn a green colour. I thought that only happened in movies, but here was a cucumber colour if ever I saw one.

The dad got up, and ran to where I thought there was the bathroom. I continued to eat my cereal. Then Jazz started feeling my legs.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” I kicked my legs around; I think one kicked him in the gut.

“I was only helping with the bandage, relax. Sit still and I’ll have this done in a minute. I did the first aid course with my dad!”

So, I’ll say it again. Here I was on a Saturday morning, eating cereal, with a guy I’d only just met, doing who knows what to my legs.

Then his mum came home.

“Hey Mum! Can you drop Katie home?” Jazz asked.

His mum looked from him to me to my legs, then answered without hesitation. “Yeah, OK. Come on, the car’s out the front.”

‘Man, I loved this family.’ They didn’t even ask questions or judge before helping others.

We all piled in, and I was soon standing outside my house.

“Hey, thanks for the ride, and sorry about crashing your run.” I said.

“S’Kay. Anyway, see you soon.” Jazz said.

See him again. When? Why?

“When?” I blurted out, sounding like a complete douche.

“Well, I thought maybe you’d like to run with me next Saturday, if you promise not to kill me again.” He added.

“Sure.” I said, trying to restrain a huge grin.

He smiled before turning away, my phone number on a piece of paper in his hand.

This is only part of a story that I wrote a long time ago...