Me, My Teacher and Lies

Chapter 7

I picked up my cars keys not wasting anytime inside the house - it still holds all the spectrum of emotions I felt last night, too many memories and thoughts that have a first class ticket to my Pandora's box. 

I climbed into my black 1967 Ford Mustang stopping momentarily to admire the pristine condition I strive to keep it in. The only downside to this car is that it was a guilt present from my Dad when he missed my sweet sixteen I was so mad - not about him missing my birthday but that he thought he could buy me out it was an insult it still is... but it's so pretty. I wanted to take a sledge hammer to it and my Grandpa wanted to take a sledge hammer to my Dad but even he agreed I couldn't take it out on the car. I love my car but what I really want is a motorcycle, Gramps won't let me get one though and I have no idea why since we've talked about since before I could ride a two wheeler, but I respect him too much to go against his wishes. 

I turned the key in the ignition closing my eyes in pleasure hearing the hum of the engine and peeled out of my driveway after I threw Freddie’s kiddie suitcase into the back careful of the leather interior of my car, it didn't need to be thrown but I feel like I have energy that needs to be burnt probably the last dregs of adrenaline from last night. 

I'm decided on seeing my Grandpa first because even though in my mind he's looking after Freddie no matter what I should still ask him, I don't know what I'll do if he says no or what I'm going to do when Mom finds out what I've done... maybe this isn't such a great idea - I just want him safe why is it so hard to do that? I changed course immediately taking a sharp left and heading in the direction of the freeway - I always do my best thinking when hit around the eighty miles per hour mark. 

It was probably around sixty miles in an easterly direction later that I got a phone call and luckily for me I'd settled in a small town with a an old fishing harbour. It feels nice here an easy place to be, where all I have to think about is whether or not I should have brought a jacket with me because the breeze here is really cold at least I have a hat though.

I picked up my phone and answered keeping my eyes on a small red boat dragging crab pots behind it.

"Hello"?

"Claire where are you"?

"What are you doing calling me when you should be in class Jenny"?

"It's lunch dummy, where are you"?

"Home I'm sick what do you want"?

"Jeez apparently being sick turns you into a crank".

"I'm sorry I'm tired I didn't sleep last night".

"It's alright so why are you sick"?

"Fell".

"You fell where from"?

"I took Freddie to the beach a little way out of town and I saw him get really close to the edge of the dock I went to grab him but he bent down to pick something up and I tripped right over him and fell off of the dock".

"Oh my God! Did you have to go to hospital"?

"Pfft I never go to the hospital but we are definitely having sweet corn tonight and peas and carrots, I think I've defrosted all of our frozen vegetables on my body" I laughed.

"Aww I feel bad for calling you a crank now, want some company or junk food"?

"No I'm just going to try and get some sleep".

"Ok, bye C bear".

"See ya Jen". I hung up and sighed I don't like to lie to my friends but it's become so necessary that I'm actually pretty damn good at it now - not that that's a good thing but it's handy I mean I just made up that entire story without having to try, it depresses me but there you go.