Chapter 9 - Right and Wrong
The line between right or wrong is drawn differently for everyone, a person might think its right to steal someone’s wallet and loot it for all the cash, while another person would find it wrong, repulsive, and in proper means of being sent to jail. Our judgments are clouded not purposely though, our judgments have been clouded since before we were born. It’s human nature to draw our own lines between the concepts of right and wrong. What’s going on in our minds that causes us to do irrational, uneven tempered things.
I was heading to Nashua, to visit something that means more to me than anything, I believed it was right that I go and see it, for the first time and pay what I believe is my mother’s apologizes. I took a detour from Nashua and headed to Hanover and meet my long lost sister. Maybe it’s not right just yet for me to go to Nashua, but right for me to see my sister.
I read somewhere in an online article that the professors go back to the school the last week of summer to wipe away the cob webs, dust off the chalk boards, and clean the dust filled erasers. I was hoping like hell that Kyle Cartwright was there. But one thing to know as person is to never hope, because there’s a ninety-five percent possibility that its not true. Maybe I’m part of that other five percent. But I wouldn’t hold my breath.
I pulled into the admin parking lot at Dartmouth, I got out quickly and walked toward the English building. I walked around till I found the English building I remember seeing her name in it. Her room is the first you see when walking into the building. She was there wiping away the dust and setting things on her desk.
Something stuck out to me, a picture of a little boy and a man in a picture frame. They looked happy. I looked up to her and knocked on the door. She looks like my mother, the same dark brown hair, the height.
“Kyle Cartwright?” I asked stepping into the room, while she looked up at me from her desk. She has her eyes too.
“I know who I am. But who are you?” she asked.
“Meredith Underwood. Your sister.” I said putting my bag down on the first empty desk I ran into. Literally ran into.
“Is that some kind of joke? I’m an only child.” she said looking up at me from where she was staring at her desk.
“And I too was an only child up until three hours ago. So I think we’re both in the same boat Kyle. Can I call you Kyle?” I asked smirking just a little bit that I know I can make this Kyle Cartwright person, my unfortunate sister I mean who would want to be my sister, squirm in her place.
“NO!” she said standing firmly in her spot.
“Then can I call you Mrs. Cartwright, assuming your married by the picture on your desk. Did you know I got into school here, in a few days I’ll be going here. So you should really get you used to the fact that you’re my sister.” I announced as a matter-of-factly.
“Look kid, I don’t have time for this. I promised my son I’d be back home before it got to late. So please quit with the jokes and tell me why you’re really here.” Kyle asked me getting a little bit more agitated with me.
“Just tell me is there any possibility in your mind that you do believe I’m your sister, and that we are related. If you don’t believe me then fine, I’ll let you get back to your life.” I said giving her small but strong ultimatum. She did the exact same thing as my mother would in this situation, she put one hand on her hip and pinched the bridge of her noise. Like mother, like daughter.
“I can’t believe because I don’t believe you.” she whispered pouting her lips a little bit.
I picked up my bag from the desk, “Yeah, I don’t know what I expected by coming here. But I least thought you’d believe me a little bit. But it’s alright a deals a deal, I’ll leave and I won’t bother you again.” I said before walking out of the door.
