Today was the day when l was going to Jackson Academy for the Arts. I was so nervous. I'm talented, sure. I'm not scared to preform in front of people, I'm not. I have some of the best kick-ass comments, hell yeah! So what am l nervous about? Seeing my Uncle Andy. I haven't ever seen him in my short seventeen years. That's why l'm nervous. And your probably wondering why l'm nervous. I mean it's me we're talking about here, and l never feel like that. Well, maybe sometimes l do but don't you dare tell anyone l told you this or l will hunt you down and eat your first born child. He-he. Kidding! Don't you know how to take a joke? Guess not.......Anyways onto the matter at hand l'm going to a talent school out of pitty! Yes l said pitty! Deal with it. So why you may ask, well the answer is simple: My Uncle Andy is my only living relative. So now he's giving me a full scholarship to attend to his school. Turd-knuckles! I don't want to do this but it's either this or go live in an orphanage. Sigh. This is going to be one hell of a year. Literally.
"Riley Sophia Jackson! Where are you?" an angry voice yelled. I cringed at the thought of going though this every single freakin day. l walked towards the angry voice, with a bored expression on my face.
"Looking for me?" l pointed to myself, as soon as l located the voice and its owner. The owner of the voice was a middle aged man. He had hair but looked as if he was already going bald. He was wearing some khaki slacks and a white button up shirt tucked into his pants. If you asked me he look ridiculous! You know to make him look a little bit more his age he should take out the shirt. But no it has to be tucked in!
"Yes, are you Ms. Riley Sophia Jackson?" he asked in a calmer voice.
"No, I'm Ms. Higginbottums! And l demand your respect know!" l said in a pretty convincing British accent, if l do say so myself.
A voice chuckled from behind me, "Please excuse my niece, she usually isn't like this." l felt a large pair of hands grip in shoulders and give a light shake. l turned around to see a man in his late twenties with some black dress pants and a tucked in white button up shirt, like the oher man but more stylish. He had a full head of tousled brown hair and features that matched.
"Unlce Andy?" l asked the man.
"Yes, well l do prefer Andrew but Andy is fine." he smiled.
"Alright Andy, so how come l've never ever met you before?"
"How come l haven't met you before?"
"l have know idea, do you?"
"No, do you?" l just noticed people were crowding around us.
"No, you do know why l'm here though, right Andy? Or do you not know that either?" l said staring into his grey/blue eyes.
"Yes, actually l do know why you're here. Your here because no one else would take your sorry butt in, but l'm willing to." l heard so 'Ooh's' and some 'Aww's'.
"Not for long, you won't. You see l'm just a box. When you open me up, a load of trouble comes out and once it does you won't want me at our school." l said walking forward so l that l was in his face.
"You see, you won't do that because l'm all you got. You wouldn't dare risk that." Andy said, matching mmy stare.
"Well, you see Andy. I would risk it you know why? Because if you expell me and l get sent to an orphanage l'll just run away. l have money and l have a car. So basically l'm just staying here until l get bored." l stated.
"Good job. My brother did a good job with raising you." Andy said before pulling me into a hug.
Wait a minute! The question here is:
Why?
