Chance

Chapter 2 - VIP Gets Flushed

Adam Andrew Brown

It sucked that there was only a year left of high school. I mean besides the parts when my head gets shoved inside a toilet and I get beaten up for the pleasure of others, it's quite nice. I have a great group of friends and the school needs me.

How does the school need me? Well, I'm basically the principal's secretary since Mrs. I-Take-Too-Many-Pills-On-My-Break is incompetent to do her job. The principal Dr. Krushank, for some unknown reason, has his full trust on me. It scares the hell out of me that he does though. I'm not great under pressure. Anyway, I'm also a major member of the yearbook committee and the Student Council. I guess i could be assumed a pivotal student since I'm assigned all this positions. But the saddest part is that, while the rest of the school praises me, the jocks still find fault in me and enjoy physically hurting me.

I always enjoyed the first day of school. There was so much to do and whatever happened that summer could wait another day. Maybe a week. Maybe I could never have to deal with it again. That was the desired plan though. So I went to school with ease, avoided the bullies, met my friends who were arguing endless about Doctor Who and since I'm not very big on it, I decided to stay quiet and just id my own business. I guess you could call this a nerd fest. We were nerds but it wasn't like we were ashamed of it or anything. In fact, we quite basked in the fact that we were nerds. It gave us a lot of advantages.

I made my way to class, after noting the time on my watch. The bell was just about to ring for the first class. I walked towards AP English, noticed that the clas was almost full which was crazy because we had a very difficult teacher. I seated myself on the third row because it was exactly in the centre of the class. I scanned the rest of the classroom to see who would be my classmates this year. And then, the whole world seemed to hate me, because right next to me was her.

- That Summer -

"You have to go, son. It's a matter of respect," my mother said forcing me to go to her childhood best friend's funeral. She had been very upset and even shed a tear or two (my mother doesn't cry. At all. It's quite odd to be honest.). I swear I heard my mother sniffle and saw her wipe her eyes when she got the phone call. I didn't have the guts to ask her if she was alright but she seemed to take care of herself.

Now she was making me go to the funeral. I agreed to go at first but it was the same day as this movie premire I was dying to go to for months. My mother was a good woman but she could ger really convincing and a little annoying at the same time. I decided to ditch the movie. "Family is always a priority," my uncle Jim used to say. He was my favourite person ever until he died in a car crash five years ago. I was shattered because he really was amazing and I was convinced I wouldn't meet anybody as amazing until that afternoon when my entire life took a turn.

When we reached the church, we hurriedly went in and took our seats. I didn't know anybody here. The service went on quite beautifully. My mother cried some more which was odd to watch. I tried to comfort her but she repeatedly insisted that she was alright. So I let her be. There was lunch afterwards at my mother's late best friend's house. I decided to not pester my mother about my premier and so I tagged along with her.

It was a lovely house and had an indoor pool. I'm not quite sure why I noticed that, but this lady's husband seemed to be basking in his late wife's wealth. As it turns out, my mother's late best friend was quite wealthy and this was her third marriage. Her third husband was aparently a greedy man (quite obviously). He shed a few crocodile tears and "mourned" his late wife's demise while he slyly called his lawyer and discussed his late wife's wealth.

My mother wasn't done. She was crying some more. The funny thing was that she and this lady hadn't spoken or seen each other in years. Maybe that's what made her so sad. Maybe he was in regret. Last I'd heard, She has had had this big fight with her which left them without touch for years. About fourteen years to be precise. I don't remember seeing this lady. I'm seventeen now. Maybe she had held me as a child but I have no memory of her. She was apparently plump and very loud. She was very generous and helped my motther through a rough patch after my father killed himself. Yes, my father had killed himself but that's another story for another day.