"Wont you Smile?" (Discontinued)

Chapter Three: Waiting

As years went by my father and I did not make any progress. The only thing that had changed was the fact that he had gotten a job three hours from the house so we barely every saw each other throughout the day. This was great because seeing him less ment less beating, which led to the scars across my arms starting to heal.
My 9th grade year was to start tomorrow and it still didn't feel real. When I was small our family moved around a lot so I was used to transferring schools but no matter where we went my mother was always with me on the first day. She would walk me strait into the class room and introduce me herself, even though the teachers were not quite happy about it.
This year would be the first year I will start a new school and she wouldnt be there. I was already numb to the idea.
I sat in my bed room watching the clock tick time away. Tick, tock, tick, tick, tock, tick.
She loved clocks. They reminded her of how little time we had left and how we should charish every moment we have. I must be disappointing her as she watched me from heaven, my mind went to my mothers memory again. As much as I loved her I hated thinking of her. Her memory would flow into my head like an untameable river sending shivers down my spine. The thoughts made me feel uneasy. It never seemed like she was gone. Only like she was out on an errand and would walk threw the door any minute.
Maybe that was another reason I watched the clock so much now days. I was waiting. Waiting to hear the creaky door open and hit the wall with a loud thud. Waiting to hear her cheerful voice again call for me to come help her with the bags. Waiting to hear her sweet laughter fill the house as she told a joke that would make even those guards in London cry tears of joy.