Shifting (Discontinued... For Now.)

i feel this burning inside a feeling that no one should know

My dad laid there passed out on the coach. Over worked and underplayed. And it was all my fault. His life would be so much better without me. My eyes filled with tears. I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts away.  Crying was for the weak I told myself. I had planned on going to school but after last night and the strangeness of it all I needed a day. I sat on the foot of my fathers bed. Ricky jumped up beside me. Charlie lay snoring next to my father. I grabbed the remote off the side table and flipped to the news. A news reporter with far to much makeup appeared. Gripping a microphone she spoke in her professional way.
" a young girl sufers dramatic injury from freak trampoline incident." I leaned closer, Bella's face appeared bruised on the screen. " she was found unconchess on a ripped trampoline, she suffers slight head injury's and claimed she was beat up by a monster made out of rocks" I laughed. The whole world would think she's crazy. A balding man and cake faced woman with a high strung haircut flashed to the screen.
"We plan to sue" spoke the balding man. The woman beside him began to fake cry.
The news reporter returned
" as you can see this is truly shoking for this family, and for all of us, now back to you steve." The reporter disappeared and the regular news team popped up. Telling there opions on the story and giving other annocements to the public. I giggled. Suprized to have gotten away with it all. I kissed my dad on the forhead . my father was a wonderful man. Atrue maverick at heart a trate he had lovingly passed down to me. Several bears lay on his bed side table. My father was sertantly not an acholholic but he did enjotpy a good brew now and agian.he wouldn't be going into work today. I dialed his work number into his phone.
" hi yes andrew Crawford will not be reporting to work today he is taking a mental health day. Thank you for under standing." I hung up. I began writing a quick note saying I wasn't at school and was just wandering threw town. I wrote that I already called work to say he wouldn't be in today and was taking a mental health day. I also wrote I would check in at 12, 3 and would be home by 6. Simple daily protocol. I took my phone with me. It was a simple Samsung with only my dads number in it. Its glossy screen cracked at the right corner. I smoothed my hand over it and accidently cut my self. I watched the blood drip down my hand. I wasn't used to seeing myself bleed, or even feeling pain for that matter. It was truely a foreign concept. physical anyway, I certantly had my share of  mental pain.
I grabbed Ricky's leash and shaped it to him. It wasn't really a leash but a old leather horse lead. But it worked any how. I took one last look around then closed and locked the door. I strolled threw the woods, without thinking I walked directly to school. The 8th grade was at lunch right now and I decided to go ease drop. I tied Ricky to a near by tree and loomed around for an animal that would be easy to duplicate. A squirrel jumped passes.
"Aha" I exclaimed. I focused hard. I felt the grass growing longer. Could feel a bushy tail sprouting. I hoped over the long blades of grass to the assembly of teens at lunch. It wasn't uncommon for squirrels to do such things. My eyes still glowed gold. I found wen sitting next to kassy. His green eyes sparkled in the sun. But were tightly squinting without the his helpful glasses.
" hey that was really nice how you protected me yesterday, I thought my ass was grass. There for a second." The surfer dude spoke nonshelauntly.
Kassy stared at him mouth full of turkey sand which, her dark brown eyes open wide. My gold ones filled with sadness.