Heartbreak

A Fools Advice

The next day at school I cautiously approached Drew while he leaned against my locker.

"Hi," I said as he moved away from my locker. The tension from last night still lingered.

"Look I'm--"

"I know, I know. Can we just get passed it?" I asked as I piled books on in my arms.

"Yeah," he threw his arm around me after I closed my locker.

"How's you dad?" I asked once we were sitting in our classroom.

"He is slowly getting better. He woke up Monday morning," Drew let his head drop on his desk.

"That's good," I sighed. We fell silent once the teacher started talking. I tapped my pen on my binder out of boredom. There was to much on my mind to focus on school. Yet again I did need a really good scholarship. I sighed inwardly an tried to pay attention but failed miserably.

I took my chances in looking over at Drew. He was staring at me threw a black sheet of over grown hair. His blue eyes we apologetic and sad at the same. I gave him a smile before turning my attention back to the front of the class. Finally the bell rang and it was time for my English period.

The rest of the morning went slow but finally it was lunchtime. I pulled my sweat filled hair into a ponytail as I walked from the gym. The hallway was quiet while I was at my locker. A rush of teenagers came into the hallway once the bell rang and I made a bee line to the lunchroom. I took my regular seat and waited for Misty and Drew. Slowly the lunchroom filled.

"Hey!" I heard someone call from behind me. I turned and smiled at Misty as she bounced up toward the table.

"Hi," I smiled . I nibbled on some fries while she got situated at the table.

"If you are wondering where Drew is, I saw him down the hall at his locker."

"I- I.... okay," I stuttered, not really sure if I should tell her what happened the night before.

"Is everything alright?" Misty asked.

"Just not feeling well," I lied, "I think I am going home."

The bus ride home was long. During my time on the way to the bus stop I had developed a headache. My head leaned against the cold window and I breathed heavily. When felt a tap on my shoulder I pealed my head off the window. A small women sat on the seat beside me. Weakly smiling at her I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted.

"Hello dear," the women greeted.

"Hi," I said weakly.

"Is something wrong Hun?" the women asked.

"Some family, boy and school issues," I sighed.'

"If there is one thing I learned in my years is that things some how manage to turn out right. You may face a few more obstacles before you get there but it will be worth it."

The bus lurched to a stopped and the women jumped to her frail feet.

"That would be my stop," the women smiled before leaving. After pondering her words I realized that it was a fools advice.

After a few minutes the bus halted to another stop and I realized it was my own. Jumping from the last step of the bus I breathed in the fresh air. Only a turn of the corner then I am home, I smiled to myself as I started to walk. The fresh air cleared my pounding head. After what felt like forever I stuck my key into the lock and turned it. I couldn't help but notice a faint hint of perfume in the air as I dropped my bag on the couch. I chuckled thinking Mitch brought a girl home, then I shuddered at the thought. Then I heard a light cough from the kitchen. I turned to see a women sitting at the table Mitch had gotten from one of his friends parents.

Then women was short and slender, in her early forties. Her hair was blond and chopped into a pixie cut. Her blue eyes shone threw her little make up. Every wrinkle on her face was familiar to me, every freckle and laugh line.

"Mom?" I choked out.