Starting Over

Chapter 75- Tweet, Tweet, Tweet

If I things were the way I wanted them to be I would be sitting down by Muckalee Creek right now. Instead I’m sitting in the locker room after basketball practice. It hasn’t been three weeks since Uncle Lee passed away, yet I feel like I’m being forced back into a daily routine like nothing ever happened while Momma and Daddy gallivant off to Leesburg or wherever else they want to go. Speaking of Momma and Daddy, they have been acting really funny the past few days. I really don’t think I’ve seen Momma cry so much and well, Daddy, he’s just been really lovey. The other day when I got home from school he hugged me like he hadn’t seen me in months and I swear he was crying too. I really think he has lost his mind.

“Your parents are waiting for you,” Peyton said as she came into the locker room.

“What are they doing here? They aren’t supposed to be home until late tonight,” I questioned.

“I don’t know, but they are talking to Coach,” Peyton told me.

“That’s just great,” I said sarcastically as Peyton laughed.

“I don’t get why you get all upset when they come around. I would love to have parents like yours. I mean, your dad is freaking Luke Bryan. He’s gorgeous,” Peyton smiled.

“Ugh! I don’t get how you think that! That’s just gross!” I exclaimed as I stuffed my clothes in my bag.

“Because he’s your dad, but seriously you have had to think he was a cutie before. It’s not like he’s been your dad forever,” Peyton said.

“But he’s been there forever. Momma said he was there the day I was born. I’ve actually got a picture of me and him on the day I was born. He’s just my dad now,” I told her.

“Either way, I’m jealous. I would love to have parents like yours. You get to go all these places and have such a great time. It’s not like we all get to go all across the country every summer,” Peyton expressed.

 “You have no clue what it’s like being a Bryan,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“You just lucked into it. It’s not like you were born into it,” Peyton said. She was right, but for some reason that sent a spark off inside me. The next thing I knew I shoved her into the lockers.

“You have no clue what’s it’s like being me! Don’t ever talk about me or my family again!” I screamed as I held her against the lockers and Coach ran into the locker room.

“Kenzie! What’s going on? Let her go!” Coach yelled at me.

“She needs to learn how to keep my family out of her mouth!” I shouted.

“You both need to figure out how to deal with each other. I will be talking to your parents about this,” Coach told us.

“But I didn’t do anything!” Peyton shouted at Coach.

“I don’t care. This isn’t going to happen anymore. It’s going to be taken care of off the court before either of you are back on the court,” Coach said as I picked up my bag and stormed out of the locker room.

I walked past Momma and Daddy and went straight out the door. I stopped next to Daddy’s truck and waited for them. I watched as Coach talked to them. I could tell they were mad, but they didn’t seem to be as mad as I thought they would be. Just a few minutes later they were both loading into the truck.

“What has come over you?” Momma asked as we pulled out of the parking lot.

“Nothing,” I lied as I put my Beats on, but Daddy wasn’t going to let me ignore them.