Grace Amstrong

Part 2

When the lessons ended I didn't stay and chat with Jennifer. She had her own plans. I went the pick up Georg. It didn't take long for me. I watched how Georg played with the other kids. He had something that I never did. Friends. Everyone wanted to be his friend, because he was so good at being a true friend. Maybe that's my problem. I never could trust nobody. Georg wasn't the usual Amstrong. He was different. He was honey blond curly hair. Green eyes. Lots of freckles. Sometimes I thought that maybe he isn't an Amstrong at all. Maybe mom's some affair. Georg was a big question mark for me.

"GRACE!" His green eyes started to shine from happiness. I waved at him with a smile. He ran all the way to me. Lifting him up into the air.

"I believe I can fly!!" He laugh so hard. When I put him down, Georg hugged my tighter and tighter every second. Just like we haven't seen each other for many years. Or he was my lost brother.

"We are going home!" I smiled. The other kids were waving and saying goodbye when we walked out the doors. Arriving at home. We saw a black Audi A4. It was Max Jenks. Mom's lover. I knew that this isn't going to end well. I looked at Georg, who was holding my hand. He was too young to understand what was going on.

"If we go inside. Then I want you to go up to your room and stay there until I come. Promise?" I slowly pointed my little finger towards him.

"Pinky swear?" He smiled. I nodded.

When I opened the door. I could hear screaming noises. It wasn't the scream for help. It was the scream of pain when somebody's penis is in your vagina. Believe me I don't know what that feels like. But I could certainly tell what kind of screaming it was. Because sadly I don't have soundproof doors.

I walked to the kitchen. I knew that they were doing it in the living room. So I around them. "WE ARE HOME!!" I shouted. Then immediately the screaming stopped. I started to make some sandwiches for me and Georg.

"Hey hon." Mom walked into the kitchen. Covering up her junk up with Max's shirt. I didn't answer.

"How was your day?" She sat down at the table just to watch me cook lunch.

"It was normal. And yours?" I asked only trying to be nice to her.

"It was pretty rough..." She started laughing. I turned around and I was in rage. I went to don't fucking care to scream from my lungs really fast.

"You are a sick person. I understand now why dad is dating Vanessa. Because he had nothing to fight for. And you call yourself a mother." I took a look up to down. She was half naked. Just a black shirt. I wanted to say so much. But I could not. I stared at her brown eyes. What started to fill up with tears. Then I walked away. I didn't stand somebody crying. Crying was a sign for weakness.

I walked to Georg room and then mine. He was studying like a good kid should do. I looked down on my desk. Before the cancer and all. I was an A-student. I loved books and school. I was kind of a nerd. But I loved that. Now I can't even open my books because I don't even know which one to open. And trying to read some of them. Makes me mad and upset. Because I could never be like Jennifer. She had loving parents. They would always help her. But mine were never there for me. I took my "drugs" and went to bed.

It started the same way like every day. The ceiling. The question. The medications. The mother. The brother. The black Audi A4. The girl, who was sick of everything. The big red doors. The best friend.

Today was the day when Jennifer flew to Spain. This time I hugged her first. She was surprised. I knew that face from everywhere. She wanted to ask if I'm okay. She knew my well. But she didn't want to ruin the moment. The last lesson was history. That meant Peter Poskley. The one and only. This lesson was different. Everybody knew that Jennifer is going after this lesson. So lets make the last of it. She will be back for prom. It is a long way to the. Lawson, our history teacher tried teaching us about the World War II. But nobody cared. Maybe I was the only one, who tried. But not for long. Taylor was telling Jennifer stories about Madrid. Taylor was Peter's best friend. And Taylor's dad lived in Madrid.

"We are making the last of this lesson, right?" Jennifer stopped and looked at Lawson. Who was standing in front of the blackboard. Jennifer folded together a paper ball.

"You too, Poskley." She took a look at him. Lawson wasn't that nice teacher, who would laugh at this joke. Jennifer never liked him. Because she was a B-student in history. The both made the paper balls. Taylor counting down from five to one. Everything went to slow motion again. Jennifer eyes shined from adrenaline. Peter was scared. But trying hard to not show it.

When the balls hit Lawson straight in the head. Everybody stopped messing around. The class was silence. Students looking at Lawson, who was still standing front of the board. He stopped writing. Slowly turning around. He looked at the class. Studying the students one by one. We were all afraid. Few second later Peter couldn't hold his laughter back. He broke the silence.

"What's so funny, Poskley?"

"The paper balls are stuck in your hair." Peter pointed the finger at him. Laughing harder every second.

Lawson slowly touched his hair, searching for the white paper balls.

"There are two balls. So who is the other one?!!" He raised his voice. Making Peter to stop laughing. Jennifer carefully slided to me a little note. I knew what I had to do. I raised my hand. My eyes on the desk. Trying not to catch Lawson's reaction.

"I threw the other paper ball.." My voice was quite. But just enough for everybody to hear me.

"You and Poskley, after this lesson, 3 hours of detention for you too!!"

Then the bell went.

Jennifer hugged my tight. Everybody else ran out of the class. It was the last lesson for them. Not for me and Peter.

"Thanks you." She smiled. Then ran as well. Lawson walked to our table. Between me and Peter was only one seat. I was not going to sit next to him.

"You two are going to be here a long time. But I am going to be in the next glass with Mr.Young. So if you try the go home before 6PM. Then it will be until 7PM!" He hit his hands on our table. Then packed his laptop and left.

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