Chapter Eighteen

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Again, a few days pass without any change. I've seen Peony a few times and I've avoided my dad most of the time. I haven't gone home since the fight and that's why Gwen has visited me from time to time. Dad was never with her. She told me stuff like what's going on at home now I know part of the story. I do try to avoid the most sensitive subjects.

I also haven't heard from Heather again. She's probably busy with CIA stuff. Just like I'm busy with the people over here. Elizabeth for example. We have some classes together, but we aren't the best of friends. We just get along most of the time.

Christmas break comes close and I still don't really want to go home. But I have to. Only the children who don't have any parents anymore can stay at school. Or you need to have a very good reason, written on a piece of paper, signed by your parents. Those kids plan Christmas with a few volunteers. I've heard it isn't the best party ever, but it's closest to a Christmas party that they'll ever get. Despite the fact that I want to, I will never have the permission to stay. And I don't have a good reason. This break will be horrible for sure.

Quietly, I start packing. My dad will be here in an hour. I'm afraid again because I haven't seen him since he dropped of my mother's box and I don't know what he'll say to me. Will he be angry? Disappointed? It will definitely be extremely awkward. It's the only thing I'm sure of.

I look around. Should I take the CDs home? Or should I keep them here? I just take them. But I only take the CD's I haven't heard yet, along with the posters. Maybe I can put one up in my room back home, if dad says it's okay. I also start wondering if Heather will come over for Christmas. Did dad invite her? I mean, you celebrate Christmas with family, right? She's our grandmother. I just don't know her that well. I haven't seen her for a while. But she did tell me a lot about my mother and not about herself. We'll see, I guess.

I'll have to say that about the whole holiday: we'll see. And if it's bad, I'll just go to Peony or back to school. I hope it will be the first one if it's really that horrible. Maybe I already hope it ... Spending Christmas with her would be a dream come true. I don't want to go home. I want to go home for Gwen, but I don't want to see dad. And I'll have to see dad very soon because I hear him knocking on the door.


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