Brave Little Etta

THREE

We are 2 weeks into the school year, and I am currently in a heated debate with my dads.

I am going to be a senior next year, and I plan on having the full on senior experience, so no slacking off this year. I have been studying my ass off since I am going to be taking my SAT's this year, and my dads are not being very supportive about my motives, and strategy.

"Seriously Etta, I may never understand how your mind works, but I understand enough to tell you how obtuse this decision of yours is" my dad said judiciously as he poured some boiling water over a tea bag.

"We've been over this, I've spent all my life working hard, and if I get accepted the summer of my final year, anything thereafter won't be necessary, all my volunteer hours will be cultured by late april, and I've already gotten letters of recommendation from all the teachers in school, and have them in a file. So dad, I have the right to not even attend school after late april, because I am already way ahead of my league, all that's left to be bent on is my SAT and we both know I have that information memorised like the back of my hand."

That shut him up.

"I told you honey, she doesn't even need a law degree, that girl has every case sealed tight and sold " my dad told my dad, as he gave him a quick peck.

"Ugh, let's keep it PG, my hunger strike aside, I don't want to vomit" i said dramatically.

They both rolled their eyes, "you are unbelievable, just because the school doesn't have a vegan hamburger option, doesn't mean you have to gandhi the situation, there is always panera bread, and that cute little cafe you like down the street" he said with a suggestive look.

"No, no, I refuse, my school, that you pay for should assist to my needs, I already have a dozen students who a pro to my decision, and I am student president since three days ago, does that not give me some form of authority?" I wailed throwing my hands in the air.

"I give up" my dad said walking out of the room

"Sweetie, I know you feel like you need to have control over everything, but you can't just go in a change something that's been so, long before you came" my other dad said demeaningly.

That was it.

"Oh yea? watch me" I spat grabbing my bag and storming out the door.

I heard a faint "good luck, I love you" before I slammed the door, but couldn't bother going back.

I placed my bag in the storage under my seat, and hopped onto my minibike, driving through the automatic gates.

Our neighborhood was in the close proximity of Bangor, Maine which contained parks, and cafes, restaurants concerts, you name it. I like to spend my weekends there since it's the only cool spot I know of.

We moved here right before summer started, and boy am I happy, I have a whole new part of the world to infect with my insanity and tactics. I always love it when we move, I get to tell people whatever I want, and they have to believe it because they don't know any better, I have already convinced a few teachers my name is deborah, and it feels pretty empowering.

I finally reached the entrance of our school, and I parked my minibike at the bike rack. I took out my lock and secured it to one of the metal poles.