I got sent home early for "fighting" I couldn't even believe it! I was the hero, I saved Olivia not the Josh kid! I was in a fuss as I waited out in the front for my mom to come and pick me up, she'll be real mad I already knew. I drew in the sand on the edge of the road, I drew the Josh kid dead because a crocodile ate his legs. I made the crocodile real happy about his job, but just then I saw my mom's car drive up. As I stood I kicked my drawing out of the sand with my foot and got in the back of the car.
The whole ride home my mom didn't say anything, I wished she would just yell at me so I could go on with my life but she didn't yell, or cry or ground me. I didn't speak either. When we got home she still didn't talk to me, I shuffled nervously up to my room as she went and sat on the couch in the living room to watch the telly.
I sat on my bed for a real long time, watching the door and waiting for her to burst in a storm of fury, but she never did. The only think I could hear was the first 48 playing on the television downstairs and the occasional cough that told me she was still down there. I got up and went to the door, cracking it open and crept out and down the stairs, I poked my head in the living room and my mom didn't even look at me. I went into the kitchen and started going through the cupboards for a snack, I was just starting to stuff my face with chocolate chip cookies when my mom appeared in the doorway. I slowly put the cookie jar down, staring at her with a full mouth, I swallowed hard to get it all down quickly. "Hi mom" I said timidly, offering her a nervous smile.
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Teen FictionFrom the eyes of a boy named Ben with his head in the clouds the first year of high school isn't what he expected. (GRAPHIC NOVEL UNDRAWN)
