Barely legal (Student/Teacher Relationship)

Chapter Two

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I didn't have my ideal time to think about how to tell my mother about my detention before her angered face appeared at my door.

Her eyes were blazing, and I could have sworn the normal blue color was replaced with a dark brown, black even. Okay, that was a lie. Instead, she stood there cursing her small manicured finger signaling me to come out of the car now.

 I wanted to crawl into a shell and never come out. I unbuckled slowly, procrastinating as long as I could before I met my mother's booming voice. She honestly scared me when she screamed like this. I know she is under stress with my sister's illness but she generally takes it out on me. She expects me to be perfect, and anytime I ever do a thing wrong it is like I have immediately been changed into a delinquent.

"What the hell Rilan?" She yells just as my door opens.

I watched as the neighbors heads spun around to see the commotion. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as their eyes stayed glued to the scene. All I could do was keep walking, all the while my mother yelled and cursed behind me.

Once I made it into the house, I was greeted by a pair of small pale arms.

"Hi, sweetheart," I said warmly trying to ignore my mother mumbling profanities behind me, which were silenced as she watches the exchange between Aleah and I. 

"Did you miss me today? I went to the doctor and they gave me this!" Aleah says excitedly pulling a stuffed animal from behind her back.

"Wow! That's great!" I said smiling down at her  forgetting about all of the events of today, and focusing on her. 

My mother seemed to be calming down, but her face still burned red with anger.

"Rilan I cannot believe you were late for school! I got a call from that Mr. Dunn that kind of behavior is unacceptable," she said in an exhausted voice.

It was then I noticed the dark bags under her eyes, likely from lack of sleep.

"I'm sorry, Mom," was all I could say. The mood lightened slightly, and her eyes blue eyes met mine as we stood having a silent conversation. I knew then that she wasn't mad at me, just stressed from her hectic life. 

"How'd she do?" I asked across the table after swallowing the last bit of spaghetti in my mouth. Dinner was always my favorite part of the day, it was the only time I could have any sort of normal discussion with my mother and sister. 

"Great. They kept her for a while to make sure she didn't react badly to the chemo, but she was a big girl." My mother smiles broadly at Aleah, who beams a smile at me obviously proud of herself. 

 At the word chemo, I felt my heart melt for my little sister. She looked exactly like my mother and I, she had light blue eyes and was small for her age of 6. Her skin was pale, and she looked so frail. She was like most 6 year old she loved to play and be the little kid she was. But, she often wasn't treated like a little kid. She'd been through more than most adults have. Even through the stares she receives nearly everywhere she goes, the kids making fun of her bald head, and how ill she felt every day she kept the most upbeat attitude I've ever seen.

A loud series of ringing sounded throughout the house making me jump slightly. I hop up and answer the phone only to hear a harsh male voice on the other end.

"Is Collette available?" It asked. I didn't answer just simply handed the phone to my mother. I waited until I heard her answer before taking my sister by the hand and leading her up the stairs to her light pink room, that had a warm sunset painted in the far corner. I always appreciated her room. Sometimes when Aleah was extremely ill and they gave her pain medicine, she would talk about the angels coming in from that very sunset. I promised her that one day I would take her to see one in real life, that was a promise I wish I could've kept.