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Chapter 15- People Won't Notice Us And Everything Will Be Fine

Chapter 15- People Won't Notice Us And Everything Will Be Fine

The next morning, Friday, I wake up early in the morning to the sound of a baby’s loud cries. I know that it’s just Henley because she’s obviously the only baby in the house and therefore, the only one capable of making those kinds of sounds. Some sort of way, Wyatt talked Macy into letting him keep Sammy and Henley until sometime this afternoon and then he absolutely has to bring them back to Macy, she said. That makes sense seeing as how they do technically live with Macy and Wyatt’s attention span isn’t all that long, so I can why she doesn’t want them to be here too long. Plus she probably misses her babies. I would if they were my kids.

I contemplate getting up to go and help Wyatt with Henley because contrary to what he apparently believes, I am a nice person. I ultimately decide against it though when I realize just how sleepy I actually am. I roll over in my bed and squint my eyes at the glowing green digits on the alarm clock that’s resting on my bedside table. Of course, the alarm isn’t turned on right now since I’m suspended from school, but still, I have it plugged up.

The numbers read 7:30 a.m. and with a small groan, I roll back over on the bed, pulling the covers up over my head and burying my face into a pillow to block out the sound of Henley’s crying. Man, I’m gonna be such a terrible mother. Granted, when I have a child, I’ll most likely be married so I’ll make the daddy go and get the kid when he/she wakes up at ungodly hours screaming and I’ll take care of it in the daylight.

Eventually, the cries die down and I take that to mean that Henley’s either cried herself back to sleep or that Wyatt actually got up—  which I highly doubt because that guy could literally sleep through an earthquake. Well, from what I’ve seen the past few days that he’s been living with us, he’s a really, really heavy sleeper. I mean, we live in Indiana so I’m pretty sure that we don’t have earthquakes but there’s always a lot of snow so he’s more likely to sleep through an avalanche or something. Anyways, the point is, he sleeps really heavily. Granted, Henley was really loud just now, which is why I woke up, so I guess it probably woke Wyatt up.

Anyway though, like I said, today is Friday and my suspension is obviously still in effect. I guess after Holland and I were forcibly removed from the school building yesterday, the suspension sentence started because I was told that I could come back the Friday following this one. I lie in bed motionlessly for a few minutes before I feel sleep washing over me again. I really am tired though, Mason and I were talking on the phone until around three a.m. this morning.

I mean, I had to sneak downstairs to get the cordless house phone and bring it back up here to my room, but I had to wait until both of my parents were asleep. Lucky for me though, my mother is a lawyer and my dad’s a doctor so they both go to work pretty early in the morning, meaning they go to sleep pretty early at night. I’m sure that I could have just waited until my mom went to sleep to go get the phone because unlike her, my father loves me. I think that if he’d seen me getting the phone, he probably would have just turned and looked away instead of snapping on me. Speaking of mother’s who hate their children, my punishment for getting suspended is just so stupid. Especially considering the fact that I did absolutely nothing wrong. I mean, yeah, I was pretty rude to Holland but I didn’t hit her or anything like that.

If you remember, I was already grounded for three weeks, one of which I’d semi-completed but yesterday when I went downstairs after leaving Caleb’s room where Wyatt, Henley and Sammy were, my mom started shouting and yelling at me and stuff and then she informed me that I was grounded for another two weeks. So all together that means that I can’t go anywhere for roughly five weeks. That’s just really stupid and unjust if you ask me. Like, what kind of parent forbids their child from leaving the house for five weeks? It’s just rude and stupid and mean. It’s still just so early in the morning though that when in the midst of thinking about how mean my mom is to me, I start to doze off and eventually fall back into a peaceful slumber.