R LOST MOMENT

chapter 2 Ryan

"Hey Camroon you have to get me on the next flight I need to make it home. Its urgent!" I'm literally flinging my laptop in my bag as I literally beg for a plane seat . its been years since I have gone back home. But what can I do when I have no choice. " slow down Romeo did you finally find your Juliet, " Cameroon literally makes that face where I completely hate. " shutt up, your the one with the credit card and you know how to Handel shit like these to please man" I literally glare at him while he starts working his laptop "hey ry, I guess there's a seat left, but its business would you really want that?" Dude just get me the seat man who cares. I book it and I'm done. I've just got one thing left, MOM!,

Shit! this is horrible because I haven't contacted home in like forever. The last time I ever saw them was in 8th. You must be wondering why I'm seriously away. Well I had to serve jail time after the shit that I did. Well since my twin was 1 minute older than me he was naturally considered the favorite of the family and that meant he gets whatever he wants and which I have to sacrifice, I couldn't say that I was jealous,I just wanted them to know me for me and not make me be like my twin brother because he's perfect, vice captain in the 8th grade, good grades and all of that.

Whats has that to do with me if I'm not like him. I wanted them to at least notice me around so let's say I went a little haywire. Me and my buddies used to hang out everyday. I used to tell my parents that I went to the library but what I really did was hang out with my buddies and get drunk till one of us passes out,

you must be wondering what my twin did well he was just the same, he goes out with his buddies and my parents never wondered what he actually used to do. And even if he came home late he would flash these green eyes at them with the innocent smile and my parents always went like "ohh my poor baby, can't you see how hard he works everyday...and we have Ryan over here who doesn't even lift a pen". Like wthhhhh??? He copies in every freakin paper, gets drunk on Saturday nights and returns home late with his chick and here I am every night behind a book trying to get my grades and make my life perfect so that they would also consider me.

That's the day I clearly Remember that I broke free from these chains and I got in the car and made some friends I mean actually buddies and we used to hang out every other night in the pub or out on Cameroon's terrace and that's how chilled and high we guys used to get.

So one night I was returning home from one of my high moments and mom and dad was sitting right on the dinning table waiting for me. I could sense the tension and stare they gave me. Since I already went high my eyes were blood red and they started questioning me as to where I was and all I could say was library, but that's when my so perfect twin walks in and looks right at me and goes like " I saw him at the pub with Cameroon and the other guys". My dad F'in hates Cameroon and that's when he got up and held me by my shirt, I couldn't balance my self after the high moment I had with Camroon. He looked me in the eye and told me "kid where were you?" That's when I realized that the shit perfect kid was smiling and smirking. That's when it put me of, I looked right back at him "I was at a pub smoking and getting high with the guy you hate, CAMEROON!"

My dad grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me of the table where I was sitting that's when my mom at a distance looked at me and said "why can't you atleast once in your life try to be like you brother" that was the 2nd most thing that pissed me offed so I got up and with whatever strength that I had left in me, I punched him, I seriously punched my dad took the car keys lying on the table not knowing who's ever car keys it was and ran..ran completely out of the door. I could hear faint sounds of my mom yelling for me to come back and footsteps of my brother running after me I call him Bennet because that's what everyone calls him. Bennet was running after me but I didn't care, I hopped into dads car and took of not knowing where I would go.

In the anger and depression I drove as fast as I could go and landed up bumping near a tree. A few minutes later the cops arrived with Bennet in the back seat, they handcuffed me and took me straight to the station where my dad with his broken nose stood with my mom. They threw me in prison and one look of my dad said it all. The next morning a call from Bennet said that I was bailed and Cameroon stood with me the whole night asking the whole incident, but I was too weak to answer and to drunk to reply so I crashed of.

"Charged for drinking under age,charged for drinking and driving, charged for stealing a car,charged for attacking someone while drunk,charged for the damages done to the car" said the lady officer as she tilted her head and looked at me with pity in her eyes, Shit!!! Did I really do all that I was completely unaware that an underage guy who is barely even 16 can do so much in one day.

"What can we do to you Ryan, please tell me your barely even 16 and all the crimes that you have done is not acceptable". She moved a bit towards me to un cuff me" officer could you please tell me who filled, that the car was stolen?" . nice one, is that all I could ask at such a horrible time"I did it with the help of Bennet and mom" dad said as he patted Bennet "that was the only possible way to find you, Novah" that's what Bennet calls me at home. "I know what were going to do, we will send him of to boarding school in Australia, I have some friends over there.." As my dad slowly walks next to Bennet ."seriously?..you can't make me go". I looked at him with furry in my eyes, I'm gonna miss my friends, especially Cameroon. "Its already decided, your leaving tonight, and my cousin Linda will pick you up and drop you off there. And even if you don't want to pack, I have already done that for you." My mom says as she comes towards me with a sad look in her eyes.

"Your leaving tonight!"Bennet says that with the smug on his face. Like seriously I just got into prison. Had over a number of bruise marks on my face, not even changed my cloths which are stained with grease and a little of blood and was luckily wearing a denim jacket to cover it and all they say is " oh your going directly from the prison to the airport " like what is that. So as the minute she removed the handcuffs from me. I could feel the sudden jolt of my dad pulling me straight towards the car and pushing me right though the passenger seat, while mom and Bennet sat right behind me. "Novah, I got your passport ready and luggage is in the trunk, your flight leaves at 4:00pm, and your aunt Linda will pick you up and give you your books and drop you of at boarding.....Oh gosh RYAN! Can you hear what I'm saying..". I was already lost that all of a sudden I was being departed off . I didn't even say bye to Cameroon who stood by my side through the whole horrible night I was in utter lose of words " yah I heard you" that's all I could say to my dad as we reached the airport.

Bennet got out first and picked up my luggage from the trunk,while mom came to open my door for me, the minute I got down the only thing she did was hold me in her arms and said " you will come to visit won't you?" I just looked at her unable to answer, like what on earth will make me visit them, after the way they treated me. "Where's my phone?" I looked up at dad. " you won't be needing it because its a military run boarding school where they just know what to do with boys like you, and rule 1 says that no phones are allowed in college." Dad says with that smirk in his face " can I at least borrow yours?" I say with anger filled in me. "For what?" He looks back willing to punch me. " to call Cameroon" he shovels the phone in me and says that only for a minute . I call him to thank him and tell him that I'm of to Australia for the next 5 years up till 12th grade in that military run shit. And grab my luggage from Bennet and congratulate him for being the best brother in the universe and walk off to board my plane.