Breaking Ice

Chapter 23

Isaac's POV:

     Steve went back downstairs and I sat in the bedroom. I thought about everything he said. Did I have a hero? Why did he keep almost dying a secret for 9 years? Was I the only one that knew it was a suicide attempt?

    After a few minutes I whipped the tears from my eyes and went downstairs. Steve wasn't back to his normal perky self, but I knew it would take a while.

"Princess you've got a great kid" Steve smiled at me

"Yeah I know" She smiled

Mom put in Suicide Squad and we all watched it together eating Chinese take out. By the end of it Hayden was asleep. Mom had an uneasy look on her face when the credits started.

"I hate the Joker" Mom sighed

"Doesn't everyone" Luke laughed

"Welp Ice time for bed" Mom smiled

"I'm not a baby mom" I smiled

"I'm still your mom now go up to bed" she said pulling me out of the chair

     I went up to bed and went on my laptop for a while. My eyes got heavy and I fell asleep.

-The Next Day-

     English was my favorite class because the whole group of us were in there. Mrs.Rowling was really cool too. She was this old lady who genuinely cared about all her students. She let us get away with basically everything.

"Okay so today I want you guys to start a journal, I have notebooks up here with your names written in them. Each one of you have prompts to write about, some of you may have the same but I chose them all specifically because of who you are, and your stories" Mrs.Rowling said with a smile

    The group of us stared at each other. It seemed interesting enough but also very daunting. I was nervous about my prompts.

"How many prompts are there?" Xavier asked

"Each one has 12" Mrs.Reed grinned

"When are the notebooks due?" This girl Leah asked

"Before Christmas so you have 2 months" She smiled again

   We continued on with class and she told us a few of the prompts. Mrs.Rowling wouldn't give us our notebooks until the end of class so we wouldn't be distracted.

"Isaac" she called

Nervously I walked to the front of the class and she handed me my notebook. She passed out the rest of them and talked some more.

"Also in your notebook is post its, put the post it on the pages you don't want me to read and I promise you I won't read them. These are your private journals so please write what ever you want in them, even if they aren't school appropriate" she smiled

The bell rang and we rushed out of the class to lunch. I had opened my notebook and saw the first prompt saying 'write a letter to a person who has passed away'. Well isn't that a unique question to ask a kid with a dead parent.

"Carly what's your first prompt" I asked when she sat down

"Write a letter to a dead person" she laughed

"Let's fuck with her and write to Morrissey or like Amelia Earhart" I laughed

"She's such a nice old lady" Carly sighed

"So we write to our parents" I laughed

"I guess" she shrugged

"I don't think I can, what do I have to say to him" I said getting frustrated