Spitfire

Chapter 4

I woke up that morning not wanting to go to school or work, but I dragged myself out of bed and laid on the floor. The coldness of it made me jump straight up to hop back in my bed and under the warm blankets. After I got dressed and packed up my bag I headed out to the bus. I recently started 4th grade at a new school in downtown. It was a Montessori prep school where the kids ruled what happened. We learned at our own pace, which was nice for me because I could work ahead and get more classes done, the only catch was that we had to meet certain deadlines and we still had to do core classes.

A text came in at the same moment the bus pulled up to its stop.

*we don't need you at work today, there was a plumbing incident in the back and we are closed for the next two days. You will still receive your pay as normal*

* okay* I sent this back and sighed running a hand through my hair. Since I had nothing else to do after school and because it had been awhile I decided that I might as well try to see the things that kinda raised me. I mean it has been 6 months since I last saw them. That was also when Ranger and Blake abandoned me. I still miss those 4 years with Blake, I miss Ranger too, I just hope he's safe out there overseas.

School went over well and I finally made it through 6th grade math. I also hit the halfway point in 5th grade English. As far as History goes I am still only in my grade, but I am in 8th grade science, so that makes up for it. I turned in a French project today and hopefully I got an A on it, I may have an IQ of 150, but that doesn't mean I get straight A's. I don't have Tae-Kwon-Do tonight and apparently work is canceled. Normally my schedule is booked with TKD every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Everything else, even work, is based around my TKD schedule. I honestly don't know how I do it every day, I have school, work, homework, the market, and TKD, and for me life can get pretty hectic at times. I am also supposed to start Jiu Jitsu after my tenth birthday, so that will be interesting to work into my schedule.

The bus was almost to my stop and I was getting more nervous and scared by the moment. Once it reached the closest stop to my neighborhood I hopped off. It took about a half an hour to walk to my house, when I approached I saw a few empty beer bottles scattered on the lawn. I gnawed on my bottom lip reconsidering actually going in, somehow my mind convinced me to approach anyways. I knocked, no answer, so I walked in "Dad, are you here?" I spotted him knocked out in his chair. He snored and smacked his lips together, I glanced around and noticed he had 3 empty beer bottles by his feet. I have to be really careful tonight, if I stay I may end up getting beat up, which I am not in the mood for. I rubbed my temples and sighed before going up to my room to put some more clothes and all of my favorite items in a bag, I heard a thump and quickly, but quietly, shoved it under my bed.

"WHO'S IN MY HOUSE?" Well so much for avoiding a drunken Dad. I rolled my eyes and called down the stairs "It's just me daddy!" I said this as sweetly as I could trying to avoid gagging on my own vomit at the same time. I approached the top of the stairs and looked down to see him with yet another beer in his hand."Renny Blayze, well isn't this a nice surprise. Come down here, why don't you ever come see me anymore?" I walked down the stairs gripping the railing as tightly as I could while he chugged down the rest of his beer. I slowly walked up to him and gave him a tentative hug; he crouched down gripping onto my arms so hard that he was probably going to leave bruises. I put my hands in my back pockets so I had the ability to fiddle with my phone; I called Axel and put him on silent.

I smiled innocently "Well daddy I have been spending some time at friend's houses, work, and my new school in downtown. It's hard to get all the way back here most of the time. You look kind of tired, would you like to sit down? I will get you another beer." He picked me up and threw me into the wall, after kicking me and slapping me a few times he sat down in his chair.