Naomi's POV

"And don't forget, we have to leave at ni- Maya put the syrup down! That is for the pancakes only, you can't just pour syrup in your mouth like that!" My mother screams, rushing past me, a loud crash following. I sigh and tie up my sneakers, humming to drown out Maya's tantrum. If Carter where here, he'd pick her up and sing that stupid My Little Hooves theme song with her. But he's at his dorm now, all his packing finished. Things are a bit more difficult without him, but at least mom can go back to making bacon in the morning. He calls himself vegetarian, yet he never passes up a good milkshake. At first I thought he was just ordering soy, but no, it's the same milkshake that everyone else are drinking, but I don't judge. Okay, so maybe I do a little bit. But that's not the point. What was my point? I get distracted so easily...

"Carter is meeting us there, and we need to leave now! Naomi, grab your cane, come on!" My mother yells, jarring my thoughts. I can't help but feel bad over how overwhelmed my mother sounds. I pick up my cane and clamor to the garage door, feeling to see if it was open or not. Just I reach for the handle, the door swings open aggressively, and Maya screams 'boo!'. I can't help but giggle and play scream, before grabbing my sister's hand with my free one, and walking towards where my mother was starting the car.

Maya opens the door for me, and I thank her, stepping into the car cautiously before buckling my seat belt and setting my cane next to the tote bag I will be using to carry all of my stuff. I couldn't complain about it, because it was a lot easier than walking to a locker and figuring out a combination, without even being able to see the lock.

"Wait, shouldn't Carter and Maya be going to school as well?" I ask curiously, confused as to why they weren't going. Maya shushes me when i mention it, as if telling me that there was something she was trying to get away with.

"Maya actually starts tomorrow, and Carter has class a lot later, so its fine. At least that's what he told me. Fingers crossed he isn't trying to pull the wool over my eyes." My mother responds, sighing and jerking the car to a fast left. I clutch to the seat as I hear our wheels hit a curb, and my mother takes another sharp turn. I would have rathered taking a garbage truck to school.

"We're here!" My sister yells excitedly, her voice shrill and high. My mother makes another quick turn before slowing down, all while humming Bob Marley.

"Yes, here we are!" My mother says, the car stopping as she unbuckles her seatbelt and leaves to unbuckle Maya. I slowly pry off my fingers from my palms, feeling the little marks left by my fingernails. I take a deep breath in and unbuckle my seatbelt, trying to steady myself after the horrific ride that reminded me very much of the time I went to Disney. Somehow going on a roller coaster about a gorilla breaking the tracks, then speeding backwards, is not so therapeutic for someone who literally can't see. But you know, family bonding time... right? I reach for the door handle nervously, slowly opening it as I breathe as deeply as possible. As I step out, I grab my cane and bag, the hot sun shining on my back as I leaned over to grab both, the car door almost crushing me in the process. I groan and pull the tote up onto my shoulder, tucking the cane under my arm as I struggle with the weight of the stupid door. It seems like an eternity before someone finally notices my terrible fate, and I can hear Carter stifling a laugh as he pulled open the door off me, helping me up. I feel my face heat up, and I hold the bag close as I position my cane in front of me. That was definitely not how I wanted things to turn out. It was too early for this.

"You okay?" Carter asks, trying his best to hold in his laughter as I stick my tongue out in response. I grumble, straightening out myself as I smooth out my sundress, only to have it stick to my thighs from sweat and lotion. I ignore it, and continue walking, right behind Carter (who was obnoxiously laughing), while chain linking arms with my mother and sister on either side. Today's gonna be a fantastic day.. Right?

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Yuki's POV

"Don't worry Yuki, today's gonna be a fantastic day!" Will says, trying to be reassuring, as he hurriedly brushes out my hair and sticks a small pin in it to keep my bangs from falling in my face.

"Right.. I've heard that one before. And I can brush out my own hair. I know how to take care of myself." I grumble, before pulling away and sitting on the curb, setting my bag beside me as we wait patiently for the bus. He doesn't say anything as I pull away, but instead sits beside me and wraps his arm around me.

"Yuki, you wanna know why I take care of you? It's not because I'm like your doctors, or your parents. I don't do this for the money, or because I'm entitled to you because I'm family, or because I pity you... I do this stuff because I know you. And I love you. And I, dare I say such a thing, want you to be happy." He tickles me and smiles his little mischievous smile, and I can't help but giggle and hug him. He doesn't hesitate as he hugs me back, and softly twirls my hair until we hear the fast approaching bus near us.

We both get up, and Will picks up his bag and climbs on the bus ahead of me, as I hesitate to look around me. I see the houses lined up that all look the same. The old women walking their dogs, the white fences that need cleaning. I draw in a deep breath before rushing onto the bus with my stuff, sitting next to Will in the middle of the bus, and finally letting the air filled in my lungs out. I pull out my headphones, handing one side to Will, and sitting back in the seat to chill out. Let's hope that today will be a good day.

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Hey guys, sorry that this chapter is short. I've just been kinda busy as of late. Lots of personal stuff going on, and its kinda been taking a toll on my mental health. But I hope you enjoyed, my precious bread rolls!~~~ Don't forget to like and comment!

-Ari <3