If it wasn't for mum, I wouldn't be making the decision I am making but mum wants what's best for me and I'm gonna make sure it happens.
I find dad in the kitchen cooking dinner.
"Dad, is it alright if we talk?" I ask, getting his attention. Dad turns around with a T towel on his shoulder and his apron on.
"Of course, what's up?" He says. I lean on the counter in front of him and take a deep breath before I speak.
"I think it's a good idea if I move schools," I admit. He turns around so fast I'm surprised he didn't get whiplash.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, I gave you the rest of the week to think about it." He tries to hide his shocked expression.
"I know that but I really think this is what's best for me," I say, my voice louder to get my point across.
"Alright, if this is what you want then I know a sporting school that you can go to but the only thing is, you're going to be an hour away from everyone." He says, turning back to the stove to check the food.
A sporting school?! That's amazing.
"Wow! Though, how is this going to help me?" I ask.
"It's a therapy school for students like you. They have sessions for all different mental illness' and the gym they own is open 24/7." He explains.
"Wow dad, that's amazing." I'm shocked. The school does sound great but to be away from my friends and family is going to be tough.
"Yeah it is, but do you want to be away from everyone? I mean I wouldn't want you gone but if it's going to make you better then..."
"Dad, I'll do some research, read the reviews and talk to Jeremy." I pause as I watch him nod. "But if this is one way to get help easy, then I'm going to take the opportunity."
"I know you'll make the right decision because this is about you and no one else, so if this is what you want then I want you to go for it but if it isnt then stay here and we'll find something else." He says grabbing both my hands in his big ones.
"Will do. Do you want some help cooking?" I ask.
"Normally I do but today seems to be going fine. Do you want to tell your brothers that dinner is ready?"
"Yeah, sure thing," I reply. I start walking up the stairs, towards Oliver's room.
"Oliver, dinner is ready." He nods his head without looking up from his Xbox. I chuckle to myself, walking out of his room and heading towards Jeremy's room. Before I open his door, I can hear him talking to someone on his phone.
"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? Alright, have a good night." He hangs up the phone just before I barge in.
"Who are you seeing tomorrow?" I ask suspiciously with one eyebrow raised and my arms folded across my chest.
"Oh, just one of my mates." He says, coolly.
Yeah right, it's just a mate.
"Sure sure." I pause as he chuckles. "Dinners ready by the way and we have something serious to talk about at the dinner table," I say turning, ready to walk back downstairs.
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