From Grief We grew (Only On Wattpad)

Chapter 8 Hayden

I sigh, sitting in the principal's office waiting for my dad to come. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, he finally walks inside and apologizes to the principal.

   "What's wrong?" My dad asks, looking at Mr. Hedmond aka Hedgehog and me.

   "I'll get straight to the point Mr.Fenwick. Your son has been going down in his academic performance, " Hedgehog says. The day has finally come.

   "But I've seen his art. It's fantastic." Yeah, more like copies.

   "It was. I've seen his work. It was good but the recent work that he submitted hasn't been good enough," he says with disappointment. I think to myself, Cause I ran out of copies.

   "He can't produce good paintings all the time right?" My dad reasons.

   "True but this has been going on since his last finals. His last submission for the previous semester was not good enough but we passed him because it wasn't bad. But now it's like his interest in art is decreasing. I just want to know if everything is alright?" Well, sir, My artistic dead brother can't teach me anymore.

   He takes out the project I submitted yesterday and shows it to my dad.

   "Yes. Yes. It's just- he misses his brother a lot. It was around the time of the finals when it made one year for my son's death," my dad replies looking up from my unartistic work.

   "Oh, I'm sorry. But please ensure your son stays focused on what he loves." Ah, I wish.

   "I will. I will. Is there possibly anyone you know who will be willing to teach my son art?"

   "I do know a lady but I don't think-"

   "There is always room for Improvement," my dad adds.

   "Yes. Yes. There is this new artist that's been very popular lately. I could give her a call and you can go speak to her."

   "That would be amazing."

   "Okay. I'll call and let you know when you can meet her."

   "Thank you so much Mr. Hedmond, " my dad shakes his hand.

   I mutter a thank you and leave with my dad. We both stay silent until we get into my car.

   "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to do this for your brother?" He asks me.

   I remember how when Zayden died, I begged my dad to put me into art school because I wanted to finish my brother's dream and left behind my dream of starting my own band.

   "I do. I'm sorry. I've just been stressed lately," I say calmly, not wanting to start an argument.

   "This is no excuse -"

   "We are going to be late for Hope's show. So can we leave?" I tell him.

   He nods and gets out of my car. I roll my eyes and start the car. When I reach the school, I don't wait for him. I just run into the building and go to the auditorium where the music competition is happening. It's a battle between different kindergarten schools. I look around and spot Katherine. I sit beside her and she whispers, "She is up next. Where is your father?" Right then my dad appears and takes a seat beside me. The host calls upon Hope's school and a bunch of students along with Hope come on stage wearing pretty fluffy dresses and tiaras. I notice Bea standing in front of them (down the stage) and telling them something. Then she walks up to a Grand piano and starts playing it as the children start singing. I'm stunned hearing her play. It sounds very pleasing.