Its already 7:55.I have to be at school by 8:05.
Shoot me now. I was already slightly speeding on the back roads to get to Celestial Point, My new preppy ass school. I was already nervous as hell. I didn't need to be late on top of that. I can't let that show though. I mean, its high school.
You don't show emotion
I made a left towards the school, my mothers conversation with me replays in my mind.
FLASHBACK
"Vincent! Hurry up!
I shove my toothbrush in my mouth and brush furiously, trying to think of shoes that would match my pants and a button down that was a bluish color, I think.
I had no clue, but I liked it and my mom got it for me so, win win.
I finally settle on dark brown boots as I rush downstairs into the kitchen, where my mom was shoving a plate of eggs and toast to my sister on the island. "Hey lil' Fill." I say as I ruffle her curled hair. She rolls her eyes at me and continue to scroll down Instagram, liking random pictures.
My mom hands me a plate myself, as I gobble it up, realizing how hungry I was. As I was shoveling the last bits of toast in mouth, I hear her clear her throat.
"Vincent, hunny."
I blink down at my plate. Every time she starts her sentence with those two words, everyone knows that shes about to go off in a lecture. I remember the last time she did that was when we had "The Talk." My sophomore year.
I shudder. Never again.
"Yes, mother?" I question. I look up at Felicity and she just smirks, then shrugs and leaved the room. I narrow my eyes.
That traitor.
I look over to my mom, her eyes soft and concerned. I mentally brace myself.
"You know I love you right?"
"Of course I do mom. I love you too."
She smiles and then narrows her eyes. "This year is going to be a fresh start. Finish high school, get into a good college, with a soccer scholarship hopefully, and make something out of yourself. No funny business."
I roll my eyes. I wish dad was here, he wouldn't do this, but he had to leave early for work.
But then I realize what I put my family through over the last two years, and briskly nod to her.
"Of course mom. I would never."
She smiles. and then nods. "At least your not skipping a grade like your brother, you would be in college in your first year back from St.Cecelia's." I chuckle and roll my eyes again, it must be a family thing.
"It's not like I'm behind in anything anymore. Two years in Rehab didn't stop my life you know."
She flinched, she hated the R word.
"Okay, get to school. I packed your lunch today but tomorrow you will have to go and get something because I have a big court case tomorrow. A murder trial!" She says giddy while handing me my lunch.
I laugh, sometimes I could swear she loves her job more then her own kids.
I kiss her goodbye and yell Felicity a goodbye which earns a, "Have a good day loser." back.
I grab my bag and leave to school.
END OF FLASHBACK.
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Rehab
Teen Fiction"I've survived a living Hell for two years, I think I can survive another." Vincent Matthews has spent the last two years in Saint Cecilia's Rehabilitation Center in Colorado for his alcohol addiction. Now, Vincent and his family move to Ohio, for...