On my own-lewis Hamilton

Chapter 15

I was sat on the plane waiting to take off for the last race of the season Abu Dhabi. I stuck here doing my school work. I hated it I just wanted to relax on the plane but dad is forcing me to do it.

We are about 30 minutes into the flight and I've sat there and done nothing. The flights only around 2 hours as the countries are close together. I'm hoping he won't make me do any one we land because I'm so bored of school.
And out of all things he's making me do maths and fractions of all things.

I sit there trying to at least start the first question and I've forgotten how to do it. My minds gone completely blank. I ignore it and just decide to go back on my phone. I can't be arsed for this.

"Emma why are you on your phone you need to be doing school because your really behind" I here dad say from his seat on the plane

I look up as I see him glaring into my eyes in anger. Like I honestly just don't get why he cares so much he decided to take me out of school.

"I've tried I don't get it" i huff while looking at the work I've been trying to do for the last half an hour.

I see dad get up out of his seat to look at the work he gave me.

He stood there looking at it for a few seconds before saying "it's just adding fractions you know how to do this you learnt this years ago" he says annoyed

"Yeah well I've forgotten and why don't you do it then if it's so easy" I complain

"No Emma you know you struggle with maths and your behind so at least do this"

"Yeah and I'm behind because I'm never in school and I miss stuff that's why I don't understand. They probably did this when I was at a stupid race" I say raising my voice in anger

I look up at dad slightly regretting what I've said as I see his face change from anger to sympathetic. I don't need any of his sympathy he doesn't get it.

This always happens I miss so much not just at school but with friends. I can't always hang out with them I always have to miss out on stuff and sacrifice things I want to do because of my dad's racing and that's something he will never understand.

I know he's trying his best but his lifestyle and life in f1 is very difficult. And I hate it because when I'm at races either I miss out on my own stuff and when he's not there I'm missing him. It just feels like a constant battle.

Everyone knows it's a difficult lifestyle and how busy f1 drivers are. It's always been a topic of the media about dad raising me as a single dad and juggling f1. I know deep down he finds it tough but he always puts on a brave face for me even when he's struggling the most.

"I know it's tough and I promise I'm trying my best for you em.. but you need to help me by at least trying to do some school work" he says while sighing

"Fine but I'm not doing anymore after I get off this plane" I annoyed

"Ok well you better finish that then we've got an hour left of the flight" he says while going to sit back down in his seat

I sat there trying really hard to at least start. I tried the first question as I finally start to remember how to do it.

"Is this right?" I say holding my sheet up and showing my dad from across the aisle.

"Yeah, see I told you can do it. You give up on your self too easily"

I nod back slightly as I start doing the other questions determined to finish so I don't have to did anymore after this. I do about 3 more questions before I realise I've gotten distracted.