Swave
Legacy Name: Swave

Privileged to sitting in the seniors’ section while in grade 10, all thanks to his grade 12 girlfriend. Swave listened to the chatter about those already driving when he was still waiting for his own learner’s permit. He turned his head as his girlfriend abruptly stood up and hurried off, looking pale again. Her half ate light lunch sat beside him. Turning back to his own lunch he ate waiting for her. When she didn't come back, he re-packed her lunch. Tossing out what she had been eating before running off. Pop in hand he finally found her at the vending machines guzzling back an ice-cold water.
"Dannia?" handing her the lunch bag.
Swallowing the last mouthful of water, she tossed the bottle into the recycling.
"Thank you Swave. I apologize. I have not been well."
"Noticed." Swave stated as she took her lunch with a thankful smile.
“We should see the nurse. Just in case I bring something home. Saemus is a pain when he is ill.”
She gave a small frown taking his hand with her free one, gently tugging, she led them to the school nurse.

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Swave walked along the sidewalk toward his home. His mind whirrled from the school nurses news. He and 'nia had been each others firsts for a total of three times. It hadn't been easy finding those three alone times.
Her living in the group home, him finding time in a full house between an older brother studying for finals, the triplets running rampant and parents’ jobs. Somehow, they had found the time to be alone and explore each other in ways that they now, really should not have. It was a risk. There was always a risk. They used protection, she took precautions, and yet this happened.
At the age of 15, he was going to be a father...no 16, his birthday was in five months, she was already two months along.

Swave shifted his backpack as he rounded the police cruiser in the driveway. Silently wondering what Dean-Ted did this time as he jogged up the steps he paused hearing a mournful sob-Shamus- One of the triplets, then Skylar? Pushing the ajar door open he spotted his oldest biological brother, Sark. Sitting on the stairs, clinging to the old wood railing like he alone had to hold it up. His face vacant and pale. Further on, the howling Skylar with his face buried in Thomas's chest. Both curled on the white sofa. Thomas' bowed head sobbing into Skylar's black hair. He could see the back of the two police officers.
Swave pulled off his shoes and placed his book bag off to the side. Looking at Sark's as he passed him, his brother didn't blink or acknowledged him. Unusual.
On the other end of the sofa, Shamus curled up in their father's lap sobbing in his arms, face pressed hard against the broad chest. Fathers' face....

Swave stood staring at that hard face that barked orders and snapped demands like an army sergeant, he had never seen him so pale. Never seen so many tears slip down the strong cheekbones and drip down the square jaw like rivers of rain. His news could wait..,months.
"Take a seat son." One of the officers insisted with a tone so gentle and smooth. It made Swave instantly uneasy. This was more than Dean-Ted's usual trouble.
"Sw-ave." Xander spoke. The deep gravely voice broke. "Sit"
Swave sat. Confused and worried. He stared at his shattered father. Unable to fathom why.
His father's voice. The foundation of the family, trembled as he spoke. "You're mother... was in an accident--"

There had been more words. Lot's more. The only other word Swave caught as he stared at his father's glassy eyes, watching the way his father's bottom lip trembled. Had been 'Died.'
His world had been shattered in one day.