Misbehaving. Creature Feature.

Chapter 6. Revenge is a bitch.

The weekend was boring because I was stuck on the couch the entire time and the only time I was allowed to get off was when I needed to use the bathroom. I wasn't even allowed to sleep in my bed. Curtis said I had to sleep in the living room so he could keep an eye on me. At least he slept in the living room too. Though it wasn't so bad because Curtis made me whatever I wanted to eat since I was stuck on a couch with a bad sprained ankle. One thing I asked him to make was chicken and cheddar BLTs. Tomorrow I have to go back to school. My ankle is somewhat healed now. It still hurts a little when I walk on it but it's not gonna kill me. Curtis said he would rather have me stay home until it's fully healed but that would be a bad idea because I gotta make up a lot of work in all but one class. That one class is music.

I sigh as I get in bed. I don't wanna go back to school. At least I can sleep in my bed again and I have a feeling I'll do better in school. Curtis is trying to help me though my whole problem. He suggested getting me a therapist but I refused. I had a therapist before and it was always terrible. She never let me finish anything I say, she would always interrupt me and change the subject. When I tried to tell her about something important, I sad one part how I couldn't write to save my life. I was gonna go on to say that was why I was failing creative writing. But when I said I couldn't write to save my life she said "You'll never know if you don't try" Seriously? I have tried. I've been taking that glass for two months and I keep trying to write but I just can't do it. Then she went on to say that if I tried then I could actually do it just like how I was with kickball. Ah, kickball. I love that game. Mainly because when I play I just stand in this one part of the gym doing nothing because the ball never comes that way. Though one time it did come my way. This was when I was still in middle school. Autumn was in my class. The ball came right in my direction but I didn't even notice so I missed the ball and Autumn, who was on my team and at the time had emerald green hair, shouted "What the fuck is wrong with you? Get your head in the game!" So the next time the ball came at me I was ready to catch it but right before I caught it I immediately jumped to my left and shouted "Sorry, Autumn! I guess my head just wasn't in the game!" She was pissed and came running at me but I quickly picked up the hard rubber kickball and hit her in the face with it. I knocked her out. Anyway, back to therapy. My therapist was always a bitch. She always criticized me when ever I said I was having trouble doing something, she said it was because I wasn't even trying. But anyways, Curtis is not making me see a therapist. He's gonna do everything himself. But I don't think he will have to do much.

I was suffering in school because I couldn't get over the deaths of my parents. I had no in my life after that. No one who loved me or cared about me. I was completely alone in this world. But now not anymore. Curtis adopted me, he has told me he loves me and cares about me and he has proven it. He treats me as if I were his own son. And I still remember a few of the things he's said to me "As long as I breathe I will be here for you" "I know I can't replace your parents but I still want to care for you and love you like they did" I smile as I snuggle up under the blankets and fall asleep.

When I wake up it's because Curtis has shaken me awake. I get up and get dressed and then head into the kitchen to fix my breakfast. When I head into the kitchen I see Curtis making something. He looks at me and says "Your breakfast is in the dining room. Go in and eat, I already ate. I'm just making your lunch now" I smile and thank him and head into the dining room.

I sit down at the table and start eating. My breakfast was Hamburg in country gravy over toast. It was really good and I soon clean my plate. I take it into the kitchen and put it in the sink. Then Curtis says "I don't know how you got it but there was a bottle of cream soda in your lunch bag. It was warm so I put it in the fridge for you. It should be cold enough to drink by the time we get home" I nod and thank Curtis. Then he hands me my backpack and asks me if I'm ready to leave. When I nod we both head out to Curtis' car and head to school.