It all began that one monday morning.
'Hey, Lola, do you mind bringing your sister to school? And maybe pick her up..?', my mom got into my room. 'I still have to do a lot of work to do, so I don't have much time. But you are free this morning, right?'
'Sure! I still have some time.' I loved my sister. She was six years old, and went to kindergarten.
My mom seemed released. 'Great! Well, I gotta go now, good luck with school! Oh and if I'm not home before five, could you please make dinner? There's still some leftovers from yesterday in the fridge.'
I gasped. Actually I didn't have so much time. I had to finish a whole essay about the different populations in the US, but Abby was too young to go alone. So I had no choice.
I went downstairs, where Abby was drawing.
'Hey, Ab, I think it's time to go! Are you going to put on your shoes and coat?'
'Okay..' She said.
I followed her to the hallway and put on my shoes.
'Are we going to walk?', Abby asked.
I knew she hated walking. 'Yeah, I'm sorry. But I can't drive a car yet, you know that right?'
She nodded, and we walked down the street to Abby's school. We were late, and there was no one outside, saying goodbye to their kids.
I gave Abby a kiss and told her to hurry.
She hugged me, and ran to her class.
I wanted to leave, but then I heard a raspy voice behind me, that sounded like he had just woken up.
'Hey, sorry for interrupting, but do you know where we have to be?'
I turned around, and saw a guy standing behind me. He was wearing and old shirt and jeans, that looked like they hadn't been washed in months. But he was really handsome, and had dark fluffy hair. His skin was beautifully tanned.
He pointed at the little girl, that was holding his hand. 'She is new here, and doesn't know where she has to go. I'm her brother.'
I smiled at the girl. 'How old are you?'
She raised five fingers, and I figured the five year-olds had to be at the end of the hallway.
But her brother chuckled. 'No Mila, you're six, remember? I gave you that doll for your birthday, last week!'
Apparently Mila didn't remember, and she shrugged her shoulders.
'Well, never mind. Do you know where the six year-olds have to be?'
I pointed at the white building. 'Yes! She will go to the same class as my sister. You have to be at the first door left.'
'Thanks.' He reached out his hand to shake mine. 'Oh, by the way, my name is Calum.'
I smiled. 'What a cool name. I'm Lola.'
And when he pulled back his hand, he ruffled his hair.'Well, it's nice to meet you, Lola.' And I felt my heart beating.
But before I could say anything, his sister pulled on his arm. 'Right. I have to go now. Thanks for your help!'
And as he walked away, I kept staring at him, and wondered if I would ever see him again.