Different sides

Chapter 2 Rubix cubes

"Imagine a rubix cube" he says while lying down next to me "One person might say it's yellow and another person could say 'no, it's green' another person says 'no it's red' and everyone ends up having this big argument about it because they think the color they see is the color everybody else should see." Dad explains this well enough for me to understand. I'm scared I know where this conversation will end up.

"Everyone sees a different side, Riley, that's why we have arguments. Because people think that what they think is right. But sometimes it's not. And that's what some people need to understand. Are we on the same page Riley Wiley?"
"Yep" I answer. I loved it when he called me that, I know, it's babyish of me but, frankly, I'm half asleep, Trying to look like I'm still listening.
"Mum sees one side, and I see another. And that's why we argue. OK?"
"OK" I reply
"Good. Now let's tend to that sister of yours" he finishes
"Good luck" I say as he heaves me out of bed.
"I'll need it"
We stroll into the kitchen. Hand in hand. I have a new perspective and thoughts that I would prefer to leave at the back of my mind.
For now anyway.

Seven days till I start high school.
Seven days till I take a huge step.
Seven days till I start high school.
This thought crossed my mind when I was in the car with Caitlin and dad. We were all desperate to get out of the house. Mum was panicking about EVERYTHING. I mean EVERYTHING.
So here we are, parked outside the supermarket, blasting Marvin Gaye and literally acting like a bunch of 6 year old losers. Attracting awkward stares from people walking by. On the last chorus of my favourite song, I think, shoot, school. I completely forgot about everything outside of the house. Dammit Riley! I told myself. And suddenly, the song wasn't so good anymore. High school. Wow.