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2. Jonah

"You don't know shit."

"Your dad leaving you is all I need to know."

I've been tired of hearing this kid all year. I swung at him and didn't stop hitting until 3 school administrators were running towards us and dragging us off of each other (me off of him, mostly) and to the office. I knew all too well how this would end.

-

"Jonah, please. You're making this so hard on me! One more screw up and they're going to put you in a foster care system! Is that what you want?" My sister asked, both her hands pulling at her hair in a distressed manner.

I got taken out of school early for the day for obvious reasons. My sister wasn't happy about it.

"The kid was being an ass."

"Can you think about your family for just once in your life? Or about your future? This shit matters, Jonah. That's the third time this month. The school is going easy on us because they fucking pity us! I don't know if I should put you in counseling or something..."

I cut her off right there. I was not going to counseling. "That's not happening."

"You aren't giving me any other option!" Vanessa exclaims.

"Whatever. I won't get in any more fights. Just no counseling." I told her.

-

The next day at school, by third period I was sitting in the nurse's office holding a bloody tissue up to my nose by her order.

Listen, I know this looks bad. And it is. But the kid was 6 foot 2 and at least 240 pounds. It wasn't my fault!

"How did she take it?" I asked the nurse who had just gotten off of the phone with my sister.

"I think I heard a sniffle or two by the time I got done explaining the whole ordeal."

I felt a small pang in my heart at the thought of Vanessa crying because of me.

The nurse stopped in front of me before heading out, "This one is gonna get you expelled, you know."

I groaned and threw my head back.

"Fuck."

-

I was scared to meet my sister's eyes when I heard the front door to the school open. I knew it was her. I heard her heels clicking the floor with every harsh step. She was positively pissed.

"Get up. Let's go," she stopped in front of me.

"I'm expelled."

"I know."

We sat in silence for a moment before I got up and headed out to my sister's car.

"Listen, the school recommended something to me that can get you back on track and in this school next year," my sister started. I already had a bad feeling about this. I stopped walking and turned to her to listen.

"Okay..."

"A summer behavioral camp-"

"Nope."

She sighed, "I'm not giving you any other option, Jonah. It's a great facility, and it's ran by our school. It's about two hours down south."

"I don't need a stupid camp."

"You do! I don't want to hear anything else about it, Jonah. I'm trying to help you and you aren't making it easy."

I knew I wouldn't be able to listen to this anymore without blowing up on her. I shut my mouth and headed out the rest of the way to the car.

I've caused my sister enough shit. I supposed the most I could do was attend this stupid camp. And who knows? I might not even end up going anyway. Where was she going to get the money for this? I know her job at the hospital wouldn't be enough to cover this. I hoped it wouldn't, anyway.

She followed me to the car and got into the driver's seat.

"That's it? You aren't going to put up more of a fight?" She almost looked hesitant to be asking this, but I just shook my head, still not letting any words out.

She sighed. "It won't be bad, y'know. Three months, you can do that, right?" She kept going on, even though I hadn't said anything else to indicate that I wasn't on board with this. Maybe she could read my face and see how much I was dreading it but didn't want to argue with her.

That was something about my sister that always confused me. She knew me better than anyone, and knew what I was feeling at all times. She could take a simple glance at me and would be able to sum up what was going on in my head.

I just nodded my head, deciding that I didn't want to disappoint my sister anymore.

Because she was all I had.