Getting home from school

After the 10 minute meeting was finally over me and dad had to find our way around the campus to our car.

We weren’t rich so our car stood out like a thumb that is so disgusting looking compared to the other thumbs in the room, except it was a car not a thumb.

I look over at dad with my head down hiding my face from passing students smirking or laughing at the sight of an man with a decent suit getting into a car in terrible shape.

“Hey, what’s wrong kiddo?” Dad ask as we get into the car. “Just I’m worried about how I’m gonna do at this school!” I reply (my nose is probably 20 feet long right now with that lie). I love my dad to pieces but, I am a little bit embarrassed that our car looks like crap.

We left the campus with our heads up. We both talk back and forth about how we couldn’t believe that mom even went to that school and about how huge it is and how I’m gonna need someone to help me go to the classes and so on.

As soon as we got home I jumped out of the car with my books and schedule in hand. Walk up to our tiny apartment building that’s VERY small. I unlock the door and step into our apartment. I look around the tiny hallway with a door on each side.

I walk past the two doors and head into the mediocre at best room with a small table for only 3 people and if you really try maybe 9 people could sit at the table, but after my mom left we never invited people over.

I sat at the table setting down my books. I look up from my happiness and see my dad looking at me with a worried and shocked face. “What?” I say confused. He has seen me bring home plenty of big books and look actually happy. “Just....I don’t understand why your mother actually went to this school. I never knew why you ever even liked school until...we found the letter for you in the will.” He finishes his brown eyes showing the sadness of the heartache and the painful memories of mom. “Yeah...” I reply just as sad. I look down at my schedule and books and look up at my dad with a look that says (I Really love you but I want to get to work) he nods his head and walks back into the hallway opens one of the door and he’s walks into his room.

I look to my right and see the only picture of mom that me and dad could find. Grandpa (my moms dad) took almost ALL of her photos. He didn’t really like the idea of his daughter whom was rich and had a good life to marry a poor man like my dad. But when I was born he wanted my mom to come back home with me so that I could live a rich life. Mom my disagreed because she didn’t want me to become a spoiled rich kid. Grandpa wasn’t to happy about that and planned in making my dad and my life a living hell as soon as she died.

I walk over to the picture of my mother. I sit down on the soft carpet underneath my feet. I kneel to the picture and start automatically crying like my brain already knows before I even look at the picture. “Hey mom! I went to your old school today. It was very big!” I begin to feel tears in my eyes. “I love you mom, and I miss you a lot!” I wipe my eyes before I cry and I get up from the carpet. I walk slowly to the table pick up my books and schedule and make my way over to the other door. I enter the hallway and I open my door carefully. I put my books on my bed. I look around my bedroom. A tiny twin size bed in the corner closest to the door. A closet on the left side of the room diagonal from my bed. A small desk and chair in the corner farthest from my door. I pick up my schedule and look at it closely. I get out my dry erase marker and copy my schedule onto my white board.

First period: Economy

Second period: Mathematics

Third period: Business

Fourth period: Manners

Fifth period: Lunch

Sixth period: Dance

Seventh period: English

Eighth period: Horse riding

Ninth period: Proper Etiquette

Tenth period: Computer Science

Eleventh period: Language

I look at my schedule with excitement building up with in. (I CAN’T WAIT!) I say to myself as I finished putting my amazingly long schedule on my white board.

I get up from my chair pushing it back into place. Flick the lights off and head off to bed. ( I can’t even begin to imagine how nice the people there are! )

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