Scooter's Ride

Chapter 9: Nothing

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Chapter 9: Nothing

My house was empty. Well, not literally, but it felt like it.

I waved good bye to Officer Edwin as he pulled away and down the dirt road.

The door clicked and I locked it. My shoulders hunched and I dragged myself up the stairs without taking of my shoes. The steps creaked as I made my way to my bedroom.

A sign on the door that said Spongebob Squarepants, was hanging by a piece of tape and I ripped it off. "Ahhhh!" I screamed in anger and frustration.

"Nooooo! I can't believe this, my fricking parents are- are dead!" My lungs ached from yelling and I barged into my room, crumbling the sign and shoving it into my garbage can.

Now I was mad. I tore my bed sheets onto the floor and knocked off all of my books. My shelves tipped and I slunk down to the floor, I swear my crying could be heard from the school.

My room was a mess, and I knew I wouldn't be able to clean it up by the time I go to bed, so I had to find somewhere else to sleep.

I sulked down the hallway to the last door on the left, my parents' room.

The sheets were neat and cold as I pulled them over my body, letting my shoes drop onto the carpet. I snuggled into the pillow, unable to let go of the thought of my parents never tucking me in again.

In the morning, I had talked with Officer Edwin...

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"You can stay home for a couple of days." Officer Edwin comforted, rubbing my back.

"What home?" I mumbled, too quiet for the man to hear. I was exhausted from being up so late last night, and then having continuous nightmares of my parents' accident.

At least I didn't have to go to school, I mean, I have enough stress as it is, without the weight of all of my school work too. And it's already June so we are getting report cards soon.

Ugh! Why is life so difficult?

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Anyway, the few days I did have off school, when I packed all of my things and my parents' things, flew by faster than I expected.

And I ended up missing the dance. I told Christian what had come up and he totally understood. Anyway, who would go to a dance that their parents' had died from going to get a dress for? (Wow, kind of a confusing sentence)

All I had done was constantly be reminded of my parents' death when I tried to take a picture of the wall, or something from a drawer.

Now, the house was empty except for a coffee table and an old dresser that my parents said they didn't even like anyway.

I had gotten rid of a lot of my things considering I wouldn't have much room at the orphanage. I wasn't looking forward to that, in case you were wondering.

Ding!

The doorbell rang. I pounded down the stairs and spotted a police car in the driveway. I sighed:

What now?

Reluctantly, I opened the door to reveal Diego standing on my porch. I could see Officer Edwin in the driver's seat of the car.

"What's up?" I asked casually, trying not to say much as I remembered what had happened last time I blurted things out to Diego.

He was silent for a moment then began to speak. "Scooter, it's time to go to school." He turned around like I was going to follow him.