Keeping Secrets

Three

"Only a blind man can see what you or I can't." The wise lady said. "For life has not one perspective, but many that only one can see their self."

Chapter Three
Detention

After that very uncomfortable car ride, I felt mixed feelings. I was glad to be out of that car, sad I was no longer near Naomi, and ashamed of the way I had acted.

In my room I stayed, sitting on my bed with my legs crossed. I chewed on the top of my black pen, while I thought of a way to start the assignment Mr. 'I'm going to give you a detention' gave the class.

A paper leaf laid on top of an exercise book of mine in front of me, above my crossed legs, blank. I took the pen out of my mouth, and placed it next to the spine of the book. I grabbed my phone next to me, and pressed the power button.

19:46 p.m.

"Maybe I should continue this another time, I have plenty of time left anyways. Right now, I need to find a reading book for literature class," I said aloud to myself.

I placed the paper leaf in the middle of the book, and left them both on the bed. I slid off the bed, my feet making contact with the cold, tiled floor.

Walking over to my bookcase on the other side of the room, I heard the sound of a car driving into the driveway. I knew exactly who it was.

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

I raced towards my bedroom door, opened it, and ran down the hallway. Pelting down the stairs, I heard him opening the wooden front door with his key. I was now racing to open the front door for him, but he beat me to it.

I tried to stop myself from bumping into him, but that was futile. The floor was tiled, so I slid into him causing him to fall backwards. I was on top of him, and laughing.

"Payton! Get off of me," he demanded.

I jumped off of him, trying to holding back my laughter. He got up, brushing himself off. He wore his grey suit, with his black tie hanging from his neck. It fitted well with his tall and slender frame.

His red colored hair was now ruffled - thanks to yours truly - but regardless of that fact he bursted into a fit of laughter. I couldn't hold back my impending laughter, so I let it free.

We laughed long, loudly, and hard for a long, long while (my stomach had started to hurt, and I was already starting to tear up). We soon stopped laughing, and smiled at one another with tears in our eyes.

"For a big girl such as yourself, you still act as though you're four years old," he joked.

"I know, daddy," I responded cheerfully, with a toothy smile on my face.

He shook his head, then began looking around for something he'd dropped.

"Ah, there they are."