adventures of Jackson

No Resurection

That girl that sits next to me in band doesn't seem to be talking to me anymore, but it's okay, she's still perfect. I miss played about five measures, but she covered it up for me. Apparently she's best friends with Jenna, maybe I could get her to give me information. I made my classic excuse, "I'm sitting too close to josh," and slid my chair towards her. She shook her head at Jenna and started doing these flimsy sign languages that only she would know. Surprisingly enough, Jenna understood what she said and started doing it back causing her to laugh. I never bothered to learn her name. People do say that I have a slight ego though. I hooked my leg around the post of one of the stands nearest to her until it fell down. The stand fell and her binder tipped over to the front where she wrote in her name, "isabelle". I've never heard such a beautiful name. Things like this make me wonder, am I bi? I obviously have feelings for Sam, but at the same time, I'm just an average straight white guy. We were released from class, and got to go home early because we had a competition later that day for band.
I pulled into my driveway and saw that my dad's car was in the driveway. Once I got inside, he was already waiting for me in the den with a pile of papers. I pointed his hand to the chair in front of the desk and I took it at the same time trying to control the nerves bouncing through my insides. He lifted his head slightly so I could just the his eyes and eyebrows. We sat quietly for a while until he took a deep breath and let it back out.
"Your mom told me you got into another fight. You know I don't appreciate having to hear about your sorrows while I'm over here working day and night for you to have a nice life." He started to raise his voice, "you could've been a normal kid but you had to waste your life to music!" I took an even closer look behind his desk and saw that he also had my keyboard hostage. I knew where this was heading and I didn't want it to excel anymore, so I got up to leave the scene, but I stopped when I heard a large crash to the floor. My gut dropped; I knew what it was. I looked over my shoulder and saw a heap of parts stapled on top of each other. The emotions were too much, I couldn't let him see me cry, I couldn't let him break anything else that was oh so precious to me. I bounced up the stair holding my sobs in until I reached my room and everything seemed to have let loose. My face was buried in my pillow, but it didn't stop the tears. I decided to occupy myself, so started packing all of my clothes, belongings, and memories in one leather bag. It wasn't hard to fit everything in since I didn't have much stuff and it's not like I had to carry anything big since my keyboard was broken.
I waited for what must've seemed like days. To get out of this dump I'm going to have to wait for my dad to be out of sight. He normally takes our dog, Archive, out for a walk around 5. I have an hour more to go until I'm out of this place.
I hear the garage door close so that must mean he already left. I loaded the final luggage into my bag and meandered down the stairs. I opened the door and headed to the next street over. Nobody noticed me so I'm most likely out of the clear. I finally find Sam's house and knock on his back door knowing that he's probably playing some random game in his basement. Sure he was there, and so was Jenna.