Waiting All Year

Hello Officer

RECAP:

"Fiona." One of them says. I live in a small town, everyone knows my crazy huge family, and since I am the only girl I am the most noticeable. I squeeze my eyes shut and slowly turn around.

"Hi officer Jed." I try to smile and wave a little.

~*~*~

I wasn't arrested for skipping school. I didn't even get in trouble, not really. Yes I was escorted out of the building. Yes, I was put in the back of a police car. Lastly yes, I was taken to the police station. That was it though. I wasn't shoved around in a cell and I didn't get any scary cop looks. I was sent to the coffee room to get a nice warm blanket and cup of coffee. I think practically balling my eyes out after trying to smile, and again in the back of the cop car helped them realize I had an issue. Once I wasn't literally freezing the cops did question me.

"Why were not at school?"

"I found my brother and my ex-best friend making out on my locker." I said calmly with no emotion.

"Why did that make you run away?"

"It happened before and my brother said that it wouldn't again."

"Why did you run to Walmart?"

"I didn't have a coat. I was going to stop buy a sweatshirt then run home."

"What happened to your coat?"

"It was in my locker." I mumbled. Officer Jed looked at me then sighed.

"I'm going to call your father since he is down the road. You can take a nap on the couch."

That was it I was left in the coffee room. So here I am laying on the beige couch, trying to sleep. I shut my eyes and wrap the warm blanket tighter around my body. I yawn, then fall asleep.

~*~*~

When I got home I felt completely horrible. Don't get me wrong our police station has a very comfy couch. I wasn't physically sick, I was emotionally sick. When my dad picked me up Officer Jed took him aside to talk to him. I was sure that I would be in huge trouble, that even though I had no charges placed on me I would for sure be grounded for skipping school then actually taken to the station. I was surprised to see my dad walk into the break room with a smile. By this point I had already folded up the blanket and it was resting next to me on the couch. I was sure my dad was just putting on a nice face for the police. It wasn't though, when we got in the car he didn't say anything. He had that smile still on his face. Then when we got home he told me to go rest until supper. I was getting kind-of tired of that weird smile smirk thing he had going on.

"Fiona?" I hear my brother, Harry, knock on my bedroom door. I sit up in my bed a little waking up.

"Yes?" I ask. Harry then opens the door slowly and walks into my room. Harry is Hayden's twin. They are both 11. Harry is the shy quiet brother. He is also very reserved, and he doesn't have many friends. I guess we have the friend thing in common. I motion him over to my by patting the spot next to me. He obliges and crawls in next to me. Harry and I cuddle all the time. When he was littler he would have nightmares-night terrors actually. He would literally scream and toss and turn, then one day I was home alone with him one night(Which never happens) and he had one. I went into his room, picked him up, and took him to my room where he cuddled with me and fell asleep almost instantly. Anyway it hasn't happened since he was in like 3rd grade. I guess he figured I would need it today. I don't question it at I lay back down and snuggle into him. Falling asleep for the third time today.

An hour later my mom came up and told us it was time for supper. Harry got up right away yawning. I stayed in my bed for a minute longer. I wonder if Julian is going to brave supper tonight. I wonder if I will finally get yelled at for being completely unreasonable. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen noticing that John is sitting where I usually sit next to Julian who is there. I take a seat in between John and James as if it is totally normal. Every one begins eating.

"So Fiona, how was riding in the back of a cop car?" Jacob, my oldest brother, asks after about fifteen minutes. My dad does that smirk he had earlier to my mom.

"It was smelly, it smelt like old farts." I say. I can't say anything else because I live in a house of boys. Just like when I say a color it can't be 'Hot pink' it is 'pink'. The whole table makes a face.

"Were you put in a cell?" Lukus, who is 12, asks. I debate whether I will lie to my family to make my experience 'cooler' but I decide I am to tired.

"No." I say. MY brothers look at me weirdly.

"How do you get picked up by the police and not put in a cell?" Jacob asks. Jacob was the problem child. He would get in trouble with the police, get drunk every weekend, and he did drugs. He was also quite the player in Highschool. That's all changed now that he is in college. He also has met a beautiful girl who is literally on a completely different level than him. None of us have met her yet buy she is doing wonders. Her name is Angelina.
"I don't know it just sort of happened." I say. If only I knew that saying would be something I would say a lot more often this year. I wouldn't have said it.