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 Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 11:29 pm
Picking up on the tone of her voice, Sam could sense the young girl’s frustration. He didn’t feel like she wanted to be there as much as he did. Shaking his head and slumping his shoulders he sighed, “I don’t really know.”
He looked at her, searching her face to see what answer it was she wanted. “I sort of just got back, and I don’t think I’m enrolled there anymore. Mom and Dad haven’t placed me yet I think. “ It was true. Pulling him out was easy, but putting him back was a hard choice. So much seemed to happen at that school, he was sure his parents probably thought that home-schooling was the better choice, or enrolling him at HITS, that started pretty young. Sam shrugged, there was, as he saw it at least, some value to being at Knightside. “Maybe. Maybe we’ll walk to school together again.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:34 am
Ainsley already knew where she was heading in a couple years so maybe she should have enjoyed the time at Knightside while she had it. If she was lucky, she could see Sam at school again. However, there was no guarantee they would enroll him back at Knightside and it seemed that would be the only upside. Maybe grade seven would be different than grade six. Maybe a new year would bring new challenges.
"Oh," she replied simply, looking to her glass and then to Sam again. She lingered as he spoke but her eyes darted back to her glass.
"I would like that, Sam."
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 10:57 am
Sam nodded then took a sip of his water. “Me too.”
Placing the glass back down on to the counter, he fell silent for a moment, content to just be there in the kitchen with his friend doing absolutely nothing. It wasn’t conversation that he missed, more so the companionship and mere presences of the girl.
Then there was a creak in the floor. Sam’s gaze darted to where it had come from; which turned out to be Sam’s mother, Delia Colt, tip toeing by the kitchen. It wasn’t clear on if she was trying not to disturb them, or attempting to move to a better location to spy on what must have looked like a Kodiak moment to her. Either way, the woman stopped mid-step and composed herself after being caught. “Oh hello Ainsley! Dear! Don’t mind me kids, you just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Sam shook his head in embarrassment at his mother, but she continued. “ I know! Why don’t you stay for dinner, I’m sure you two have lots to catch up on.” Delia paused in her thoughts. “On second thought, I don’t think we have much in the way of groceries yet. Why don’t you come out to dinner with us?”
Sam was agog at the thought of going out with his parents and Ainsley, it seemed like a paternal trap for forced cuteness or an excuse for them to tell all sorts of embarrassing stories about him. His put his head in his palm, but peered through his fingers at Ainsley. He was somewhat eager to know what she would say to the invitation, but embarrassed that it was on his mother’s asking.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 11:39 am
A light blush appeared across Ainsley's face when she realized Sam's mother was watching them. She had nothing to be embarrassed about but her face burned with a light heat. Small hands raised up to cover her cheeks until she felt it was safe to bring them down. There she smiled. It had been a long time since she'd seen Sam's mother! She stood up to greet her, curtseying politely to her.
"It's very nice to see you again, Mrs. Colt."
Her question about dinner was hardly something Ainsley could say no to and before she even considered the ramifications she said yes. She had to call Bell to tell her she wouldn't be home for dinner and with a quick call from her cellphone she got the approval necessary to assure any adult. A quick glance to Sam brought a smile to Ainsley's face, it wouldn't be long after that the four of them left the house.
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