Never Judge a Book by it's Cover

Chapter Three

          As much as I just wanted to stay in bed the next day I somehow managed to drag myself to school; surprisingly it went by uneventful without Nick or Colt even saying a word to me the whole day, actually the whole week turned out that way. By the end of the day on Friday I was ready for the weekend, even though not much had happened at school to bother me it was nice to just get away from the crowds of people and have some alone time. Mandy and I had been messaging each other every night and although our messages didn’t say much it was nice to still have some type of connection with her.

          When I pulled up in the driveway I was surprised to see my parents cars were already there; I had to do a double take at the house just to make sure that I was at the right place. I was basically alone from the moment I woke up to when I went to bed; if my parents weren’t on a business trip they were working late into the night and never showed up until after I was already in bed or on my way there. I walked in the house only to be met by silence, geez you would think that if they got off early they would at least want to watch some TV or something, maybe even talk to each other, anything but complete silence; I dropped my books on the kitchen table and walked into the living room to find them both sitting on the couch with a few cups of tee on the table in front of them.

          Now I have lived with my parents for years and the only emotion I have really ever seen out of them was stress; if I worked the kinds of hours they did I would be stressed too. So when I walked in to see tears streaming down my mothers face and my father with his head in his hands I could only imagine that whatever news they were about to share with me wouldn’t be good; I mentally debated if I should just turn around and walk back out the door instead of hearing what they had to say. A few things ran through my head about what it could be; they lost their jobs, the house was going into foreclosure, or god forbid they needed me to sell my car.

“Haley will you please come sit down we have something to tell you.” My mother asked when she noticed me standing in the doorway of the living room; I did as she asked and took a seat in a comfy chair across from them.

“What’s up?” I asked nervously once I was seated. My mother looked at my father and he looked back at her as they both tried to decide who would say what needed to be said; it felt like I sat there for five minutes before one of them decided to speak again.

“We have some bad news.” My father stated; well yeah, duh, that was obvious.

“Okay…” I said drawing out the word and waited for one of them to continue.

“Honey, there was… there was…” My mother started to speak only to finish her sentence with sobs as she started crying uncontrollably next to my father; my dad placed a comforting hand on her shoulder before finishing the sentence for her.

“There was an accident Haley.” He looked up at me as he spoke.

“What kind of accident?” I asked; I could feel myself shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I had never seen my mother so shook up about something before.

“There was an explosion, a bombing.” He continued looking at me as if waiting for something to click; my mind drew blanks as I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. When he seen that I still had no idea what he was talking about he spoke again.