Breaking Point

Prologue

It was a beautiful sunny day, everyone was out and about while the Powers family was getting ready for the Little League soccer game. The blonde haired family were in a rush due to the fact their children hates being late more than anything in the world.

"Honey, we have about 90 seconds until we are officially late!" Naomi Powers, screams sweetly to her husband who is upstairs grabbing the bags.

"Take the kids to the car and I'll be right out in ten seconds," Allen powers, husband and father screams from upstairs as he started coming down.

"Mom I can't seem to locate my socks," Alexandria Powers, the daughter screams from the laundry room which is located near the garage.

"I have them over here, honey. Now come on, you're going to be late to your big game," she says making her way to where her son was sitting. "Nicholas J. Powers are you wearing sunscreen?" Nick groans knowing he can't exactly lie to his mother. A few seconds later the entire family was in the car and driving to the park where the soccer game will be held.

The Powers family is your average middle class family. Allen and Naomi met when they were in elementary school. They were the best of friends and were inseparable. If Allen was somewhere Naomi would be there as well. To most it was odd, but overtime they all figured out that the two didn't have anyone else except each other. They were two jocks in love. When Naomi turned twenty-one, she and Allen got engaged and just two years later they were married. Everyone in town knew that was going to happen, they just didn't know it was going to be this soon. Nevertheless, they were all happy for the two young loves.

When Naomi turned twenty-five, she gave birth to her amazing and beloved son Nicholas J. Powers. Nicholas is just like his father in so many ways. He has the dirty blonde hair, the greenish blue eyes and the energy that seems to never die. He is an amazing athlete just like his father. When he was just three, his parents told him he was going to be an older brother. Unlike most three year olds, he was actually excited; although he didn't know what it meant. So here we are ten years later, with Nick being thirteen and Alex being nine there was really nothing more important to Allen and Naomi than their children. Every Thursday, they'd attend Nick's games and every Saturday they'd attend Alex's games. They would have dinner every evening and talk about their day and when night time comes they each say goodnight to their children and tell them stories.

As soon as they arrived it was game time. Allen, Naomi and Nick took a seat on the bleachers and started cheering for Alex. In the middle of the game, Allen's phone rings he takes his phone out and checks the caller ID. It was Alex's school. He excuses himself and walks to the side.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon Mr. Powers, this is Mrs. Whiteman," she says on the phone as Allen holds in a laugh. He always tries to hold in his laughter every time because of how ironic her name is. "I'm calling about your daughter Alexandria Kimberly Powers, do you remember the talk we had earlier this week?" she asks.

"Yes of course. Have you gotten the results?" he replied.

"Yes. We just got them yesterday and since I said I'd be calling you as soon as we got them that's exactly what I'm doing. The results shows that your daughter needs to skip four grades. She has more knowledge than her fourth grade teacher can provide,"

"Oh," he answered, he already knew the results would say that he was just hoping it wouldn't. Having a nine year old girl in eighth grade can do a lot of damage to her childhood. He glances over to where Alex was standing drinking some water. Alex notices her father and waves at his direction, he smiles and waves back. "I'm in the middle of something right now Mrs. Whiteman, but my wife and I will stop by on Monday for a brief meeting,"

"I'm sorry I wasn't aware but I'll see you Monday at noon. Enjoy the rest of your weekend," Mrs. Whiteman responds.

"Yes, same to you," he finishes hanging up the phone and walking back to his family.

"What was that about," Naomi asks as soon as her husband was sitting next to her.

"Mrs. Whiteman, she called to let us know about the results. I told her we would meet her at the school on Monday," he answers. She didn't ask any more questions, they both put it to the side because at the moment the only thing that mattered right now was being there for their children and providing for them. No one talked about it all weekend but it did keep them up every single night until Monday.

"Okay sweetheart, your lunch is on the counter and your bus comes in five minutes. Now eat so you can make it to school on time," Naomi says kissing her daughter on the forehead. "Nicholas, could you please hurry up your breakfast is getting cold," she screams.

"I'll be down in five minutes," Nicholas replies hurriedly.

"If you don't get down here within the next ten seconds, I'll drive you to school and kiss your forehead until you graduate college," she threatens as he run down the steps.

"No need, I'm here, I'm here," he answers out of breath as she grins at him.

"How long are you going to make his life miserable," Allen asks kissing his beautiful wife. "Good Morning Mrs. Powers,"

"Ewww, get a room," Nick and Alex say at the same time as Allen and Naomi laugh. After Alex and Nick left for school, Allen and Naomi get ready for work and will meet each other at the school at eleven-fifty-five.

***

"So you're telling me, my daughter has the option to go to the eighth grade and if Allen and I don't agree she will automatically be moved up regardless rather or not we are okay with it or not,"

"Yes, but it's only for her best interest," Mrs. Whiteman says.

"Ripping my daughter of her childhood, I don't think so." Naomi says with a straight face.

"But think of the bright side, she graduates high school at thirteen, and finishes college at seventeen. She will still get a chance to be a kid,"

"Could you give my wife and I a minute to discuss this in private?" Allen asks as Mrs. Whiteman nodded and walked out of the room. "Since when did we become one of those parents that make decisions for our children?" he asks getting up and leaning on Mrs. Whiteman's desk and crossing his arms on his chest.

"Since our nine year old daughter is having her childhood ripped away from her," she answers while crossing her legs.

"Yeah, but it's not our decision to make Naomi."

"But what if she makes the wrong decision?"

"And what if she doesn't? Since when did we become one of those parents that doubt our children? Our parenting styles are amazing and I don't think we should change it because of a small obstacle. We are going to do what we always do, which is talk to both of our kids and wait for Alex to choose what she wants and we will support her no matter what. That's what we can do and that's what we will do. She has all of us here and if she makes a decision we aren't happy with, we will compromise just like we always do," he says.

"You're right Allen, I'm just scared that our daughter will lose her friends and her childhood," she says as he puts his hand out and she grabs it.

"We've got this, look at Nick for example," he says cupping her face and pecking her lips. "We did a good damn job if you ask me," he hugs her, as she hugs him back.

"God, I love you," she mumbles on his chest as he chuckles and kisses the top of her head.

"Not as much as I love you,"

That night before dinner, Allen and Naomi called a family meeting and talked to their kids. They made sure they explained everything and made sure they listened to what Nick and Alex wanted to say. They gave Alex forty-eight hours to think about it and write her pros and cons; and she never stopped thinking about it. Alex just hopes she made the right decision.

Alexandra Powers is pictured.