My Own Happy Ending

Chapter 5

----picture of Ashley and Nicole-----

I agree with Ashley. I feel bad for you."

I laugh bitterly. "Yeah me too."

We were waiting for our busses to get there at the end of the school day. Miracles bus gets there first and she leaves, leaving me and Ashley alone.

Ashley still rides car she only sits out here until our bus gets here since her dad won't get there until around 5.

Every now and then I would glance around for Samuel. I never saw him even though I know he rides the bus.

Our bus gets there and I get on the bus. Still thinking of Samuel and all that's happened. I stare out the window the rest of the ride, watching the trees and pastures pass by.

When I arrive at my house I walk up the hill mindlessly with Chris. I look at the top where my parents cars were parked and realized with disappointment that my mom and dads car was there. I liked having the house to myself. It always felt like I always had to be doing something when my parents were here.

I reach the top and walk into my mobile home. I go to my room and place my backpack on the floor and walk out to get some food.

"Nicole!!!"

I walk to my parents door and yell through the door. " yes sir!"

I hear footsteps and I back away and face the door.

My dad opens the door. "You and Chris need to go and feed the horses."

"Yes Sir." I nod. "I was just going to get something to eat real quick."

"Ok but do it quickly"

"Yes sir." He closes the door.

I got out a bowl and made some cereal and sat down at the table.

My dad is a large black man. He has brown eyes with a shaved head. He has a wide nose with full lips.

He is a bit racist. He's also sexist, he really thinks of self interests and is pretty stubborn. He's funny and enthusiastic. He team ropes which is a big priority for him. He's also a stickler for saying yes sir, no sir, yes ma'am, and no ma'am.

My mom is a short obese white woman. She has blue eyes with thin lips and a straight nose and straight brown hair with highlights.

She is, sadly, a really big pushover and forgives too easily. She's kind. She is also in schooling to be a surgical technician which is cool.

I finish my cereal and walk to my brothers room to get him so that we can feed the horses.

My brother is 15 years old. He looks like our dad. Full lips, wide nose, brown eyes, slightly curly bushy hair. He got my moms height, he's really short. While I got hit with my dad's tallness, fortunately.

I think that my brother and myself would look a lot alike if I didn't have the birth defect.

We walk outside to go and feed the horses. I'm only going through the motions.

30 minutes later, we get back inside and I knock on the door ready to ask my dad if I could go to Samuels house.

Ugh even just thinking is name is scary.