Prospect, Possibility, Probability {Remora & Chance}

c h a n c e .

"Chance! Breakfast!" The call comes right on time, the clock striking 7. Sighing I pull my covers higher over my head, blocking out the suns light that seeps in through open blinds. I was certain that waiting for me down on the table was a bowl of plain porridge, honey and cinnamon placed in the center of the table.

Every day, the same breakfast, it didn't matter how many times I asked for perhaps some eggs on toast, mum would look at me with a disappointed shake of the head. "Porridge is good for you, darling," she would say in a voice that left no room for arguments. "You have training in an hour or so and it won't make you feel bloated or sick. Give you enough engery. Now sit down and eat your breakfast." And I would pout, sitting down without further complaint.

"Chance!" She calls again, and I groan tossing off my blanket and throwing my legs over the edge of the bed. I reach for the hair lackey on my beside table when my coin catches my eye. For a moment I pause, staring at it, daring myself to pick it up and toss a dare into the air. Teeth snag my lower lip as I reach for the coin.

Heads I sneak out the window.

Tails I wave the white flag and eat the damn porridge.

Taking a deep breath I flip the coin.

Heads. (heads)

A mischievous smile tugs at my lips as I quickly shrug off my PJ's and slipping on my training tights, singlet and a nice pair of leather boots. I tuck my coin safely into my pocket. Fulling opening the blinds I artfully shimmy open the window. It creaks with the movement and I curse under my breath, hoping that the woman down stairs with canine hearing didn't hear the disturbance. I wait silently for a moment, holding my breath and listening for any signs of movement.

I hear nothing out the usual-

"Chance! For ripred sake, wake up!"

The sounds of footsteps on stairs has my heart racing. Shit. I had to get out now. Hastily- and noisily- I shove the window open before shoving myself through. Its an ungraceful sight, but I brush it off, standing with a wide grin as I take one look over my shoulder before bolting into the streets.

"CHANCE ADAIR!" My mother screams, but I am gone, running through the streets, my blood racing with adrenaline, with excitement. Oh my gosh, that was exhilarating. I only stop when I get closer to the center of our home, shrugging on the coat I had managed to snag before my quick get away. My stomach growls and I come to a stop in front of a small, cute looking cafe. The menu on the window lists eggs cooked a few different ways, pancakes, waffles and a variety of different yoghurt and fruit mixes. My mouth begins to salivate at the sight, and delicious smell, wafting from the doorway.

I move to enter when a girl beside me drops her money, coins rolling across the ground still a stray or two knock into the edge of my boot, toppling over like dominos. The blonde smiles, "friend for foe?" An eyebrow lifts, but before I can answer I take a quick glance at one of the coins at my feet:

Heads- friend

Tails- foe

Heads. (heads)

A bright smile paints the features of my face and I tuck my hair behind my ear as I bend down to pick up the stray coins. "How about friends?" I hand her the silver and tip my chin in the direction of the cafe, "I was about to have some breakfast, you keen?"