The art project

Chapter one

"I am a lost boy, from Neverland, usually hanging out with Peter Pan."-Ruth B "Lost boy".

Aria Fields:

The moving van was an hour away, as I looked at the boxes that my dad packed, I decided to stay with mom, and I promised that I would visit dad as much a I can.

"Honey..." My dad looked apologetic, although he should be when he was caught red-handed by my mother, cheating with our next door neighbor. My mother shook her head, as she went inside the house, and the moving truck came.

My dad walked up to me, and gave me hug.

"I'm sorry. Please tell your mother that I will pay for this for the rest of my life. I won't forget about it, and I am deeply honestly sorry. I really want to work things out with her. And make sure you take care of yourself and your mother alright? You have to stay healthy, and keep your mother happy." I whispered in his hear as I hugged him back.

"I can't fix something that you already broke." I was then released from the tight grip of my father, as I was also shocked by what I said.

"Dad I..." He shook his head, and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Its fine. What you said was right...you can't fix something that I broke." I honestly felt bad, because I knew that there was no rekindling the spark they once had after what he did, and my mother was living proof of that. She had smashed every picture of them together, burned her wedding dress, and threw all of his clothes on the front lawn.

"Goodbye dad." I said as I waved him off, and he was soon driving down the street with the movers, and I sighed as I went inside the house.

"Did that bastard leave?" My mother said harshly. I furrowed my brow as I sulked at the fact that she called my father a bastard.

"You don't think that mom." I told her as I sat beside her.

"How could he do that to us? To me? To you? He's so disgusting, I don't even know if I he was cheating on me during those days he stayed out late. And what about that time he came home with hicckeys on his neck? Oh God...that trash........" She began to mutter words worse than bastard, and I tried to reassure her.

"We'll be fine without him mom. We've always done fine with or without dad. Remember that time you guys called off for like two months? We were perfectly fine. We'll be fine now, it's just...an extension of what happened before, that's all." She looked at me, and finally shed the smile I wasn't able to see in two months, and gave me a hug.

"Your always so strong..." I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around her, and I began to speak.

"If I'm not strong, who's going to take care of you?" We both laughed, and after a lingering moment, we separated after I heard a long and continuous buzz and beep.

It was my phone.

I answered it, and I heard a loud scream on the other end.

"Geez.." I said as I looked at the caller ID once more, and it said unknown.

"Look outside!" And the line went dead. I got up, and took a peek out the window to see my best friend Caroline, standing outside the door with her luggage and her dog, Tiara.I smiled as I opened the door, and gave her a big hug. My mother then got up, and her eyes widened and a big Cheshire smile came upon her face.

"Caroline!" My mother said as she came in for a hug.

"What are you doing here?" I asked curiously. Ever since she's moved to Utah, we've only been able to video chat. She then laughed nervously, as if she was keeping some kind of secret, and she began to eye my mom.