Chapter 27

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I opened my front door to my house thinking about the dance that we're supposed to have next week. Its so close to the dance, but I don't even think I'm going to go with everything going on. I might, and if I am, then Tom is first on my list.

I called the school explaining the situation to them, but all they said was that all I could do is come later on to get my homework. My mom came back from grocery shopping early, but angry. "What the hell are you still doing home, Nalftalia!" She barked out, causing me to jump.

"My ride ditched me, but for a totally good reason. Their father died." I announced causing my mother's face still not to change. "So you couldn't take the bus, or call me to drop you at school?" She asked. Oh, I forgot that we had a car.

"Oh." I said, while walking away from my mom, trying to let her cool down before she killed me.

"Nalftalia, you should know better. You're smarter than that, I bet that you would've found a better idea. Go to school now, you're not going to miss it today!" She commanded causing me to turn around to face her. "I can't go to school at this time! I'm going to be so tardy!" I yelled.

"Well, you should have thought about that before laziness overtook your mind!" She replied, while crossing her arms and giving me the face. Oh no! Not the face! It can melt the earths core twenty times. I squeezed my hands, while trying to resist the urge to give in to the look.

I finally gave in, growling and getting my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. I guess that it won't be so bad going to school this late. I could get to ask Tom to go to the Skyfalls Dance with me. Once my hand touched the door knob, my mom announced, "Me and your father are going to dinner today, so come home early to watch Simon. Don't forget because Simon's sick today and I can only watch him until 6, which is the time that I use to get ready." I groaned and replied, "Fine, I'll be home at 5:30."

I wonder why my mom choose to go to a dinner date with my dad now than later. "And what are you going to be doing before 5:30? You get out at 3:15." My mom asked with her eyebrow lifted, making me groan and reply, "Mom I need to ask Tom to go to the dance with me. Remember I told you that I had feelings for him last year?" That's the time when I used to trust my mom and see her as a big sister. "Oh yes, I remember, you know what I also remember? I also remember telling you to do something. Now, go take your time with your prince charming, but hurry it up because Simon's extremely sick. I came home early when he called me telling me that he feels terrible, so I'12'm taking him to the doctor. Also before I forget, I didn't get to pick up your shoes for the dance, so look forward to going to get them yourself." My mom informed me making me mentally jump for joy. She always insisted on helping me get at least one thing for an event, but I could never tell her no.

"No problem." I replied, playing it cool. I looked at my phone and saw a message from Nicole. "I skipped school today. Can we please talk?" Did she say the word please or was that an auto correct to one of her many curses. "I'm going 2 skip 2. I'll meet u at ur house. Btw, are u feeling ok?" I sent to her in the text. "I'm fine, just come." she replied with a angry faced emoji at the end.

After I arrived infront of Nicole's house, I instantly regretted it. "Are you...a friend of my...child daughter?" A man that was holding a bottle of beer slurred. I moved back one step and asked, "Um...do I know you?" He suddenly shouted out of the blue, "I told her no guests! Why doesn't she listen, I'm no different than her mother! Man I miss her mother!" I moved back some more while he continued to say weird things. "That jackass that killed her is a son of a bitch! Damn! I missed when she used to take care of me all the time! You know, I wasn't always like this! I was actually a good man! But now that she left me for heaven, I'm empty with nothing but hate from my daughter and this stupid beer bottle!" He yelled throwing the beer bottle over my head, hitting the tree across the street and shattering into a bunch of pieces, terrifying me.

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