Times of Change

Times of Change (2)

Before I knew it, the party was over and I hadn't found that very rude man to tell him how rude he was just in case he didn't know, but no matter where I looked he was no where to be found. It's like he just vanished after I talked to him. I had even asked around if anyone had seen him and no one knew who I was talking about.

A few hours after the party, as I was finishing the cleanup part. He came downstairs, the man that was wearing the cowboy boots.

"Oh, hey. Is the party over?"

"Um, yeah it's been over for 2 hours now."

"Oh, wow. Um, so this isn't awkward. I'll just go now."

"I think thats a good idea."

He went outside, grabbed his stuff and strode out the front door without saying another word. I was angry at myself later for not telling him how rude he was.

Mom and dad were already alseep. So I just turned on the T.V. and surfed through the channels. Thinking about how I could have been more into the party and the celebration of John being home, but instead I was off sulking in a corner like a child.

I decided to go upstairs and tell him how sorry I was for not being more involved in his party when I should have been, but stopped at his door. I heard the faint sound of someone crying. I turned into his doorway and saw him lying on his bed face in the pillows bawling his eyes out.

I was contemplating whether or not to enter the room to find out what the problem was, when he sat up and said "Thank you, Clare."

"For what?"

"For not being there the whole time, on my back, in my case. That's what mom and dad did the whole time. They wouldn't just leave me alone."

"Well then, it was my pleasure." at this he laughed.

"It has been a long time since I laughed like that. There isn't many opportunities to even laugh a little."

"Well then I'm happy I made you laugh."

We sat there in silence for a long while, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was normal,like we were content in eachothers company.

I hoped that we could live in that silence all of our lives, but time doesn't just stop for anything you want it to stop for, it just keeps going.I know that I wasn't the only one in that room that was thinking the exact same thing.

The comfortable silence did have to end, and it did as soon as mom walked in the room.

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My children looked content when I entered John's room. I wish now that I hadn't gone in.That I just wished that I had gone to bed and fell asleep. That for some reason, my mind had just stopped running and I had gone to bed, because then I probably would have kept my daughter from running and never looking back at what she was going to do to this family. What she was doing to me.

"Did I interrupt something? I could come say what I have to say tomorrow." I said looking at my children who had that look on their faces telling me that I wasn't wanted here at the moment.

"Okay, well since I have you both here then I can get it all off my chest. I don't want either of you to leave me just yet."

"What do you mean, mom?" asked John with a puzzled look on his face.

"I mean that for the next month you will both still live here."

"WHAT!!!!!!!!!" screamed Clare.

"Well I just thought it would be nice to have the family together for more than a few days. John can't you get a longer leave before you have to go back, and Clare I doubt your teachers would care if you missed the first two weeks of school."

"Yeah, mom, thats not going to happen. No matter how much you beg me. I want to become a teacher. Plus you've had chances to have your family time. If you didn't want it then, why would you want it now?"

"Don't you sass me like that, young lady!"

"Stop calling me young lady, mom. I'm going to go to college. Not to some high school. So stop treating me like that."

"I will treat you however I want to as long as you live under my house, you'll go by your dad and I's rules and I say you are going to take a few weeks off of school!"

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"You have no right to tell me that, when I am paying for my own college out of my own pocket!" she didn't even let me explain why I wanted her to do this when she ran into her room, grabbed her things and walked out the door saying something about buying an earlier train ticket.

"Wow, mom, you realy messed that up. Why couldn't you just have taken the family time with me now then her when she got on break, instead of all of us together, but since you didn't think of that, you've lost your only daughter. Good job."

The next morning I was awoken by my husband shaking me, yelling "She's gone, She's gone!"

"Calm down, Charles. She's gone because of me. I pushed her into staying for a few weeks and skipping school, but she didn't realy like the idea." he stared at me in shock.

"Why would you do that? You know that she can't afford to just skip school, especially on the first day."

"I was in one of my moments, you know the ones where when I've made up my mind and I can't change it, no matter how hard I try."

"I hate those days, but you know how you have it, so does your daughter. When you two butt heads it never ends well."

I slowly got out of bed listening to my husband moan and groan. Hoping that he will notice that I'm ignoring him and stop trying to change my mind. He doesn't take the hint. He actually doesn't leave me alone untill we go to bed, at that time he sent me to sleep on the couch. Which is realy weird because it's usually him sleeping on the couch.

Everyday since then I've hoped that she would one day knock on the door and I would welcome her in with open arms and an open mind. People have been telling me that time heals all wounds, but I don't think that my little princess will ever come home.

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I didn't know where to go. I was contemplating to go back home and it would be a reunion like in the old movies where we run towards eachother in slow motion. I was going to go to Jean's house, but then I remembered that he had decided to move to somewhere in the country to some kind of hippie farm, and he wouldn't tell me where this place was in case I needed to get ahold of him.

There was no where else I could go, so I decided to find a hippie house right here in my neighborhood. It was harder than I thought, the house was hidden with major security making sure I wasn't part of the poliece staff and stuff like that. Then they were reluctant to let me in because of my race (all of the members were of African American decent), so if I was to be let in I would be the first caucasian to live in the hippie house.

"Why should we let her in?" said the owner of the house.

"This would make us less race oriented and we would realy become hippies because hippies don't care of the race, we are all brothers and sisters of this amazing Earth." said his second in charge.

"That is true." turning to me "What can you do to help out our house?"

"Well," I said hesitantly "like he said you guyes wouldn't be able to be known as racists, and also I know how to grow my own garden, and I'm not just talking about flowers, I'm talking about vegitables as well."

"See she might be worth keeping." he says this as the owner has a look like he is thinking if his friend is right, that they should let me stay.

"Alright, but under two conditions. One: you will grow our own vegitables, to save us money. Two: you will have to find a job to give us money to be able to buy the things we need, which you don't need to know what we need."

Hey I'll need you guyes to give me help, what do you think will happen to the family?

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