The Roller Coaster Called High School

Chapter Two: Remy's POV

Remy's POV

When I got home from Rose's house the next evening, my father was working on his laptop in the office. I walked in there only to grab some scrap paper to sketch on, but he got mad and started to yell.

"Stop wasting your time on those stupid little sketches! Do something better!"

"Better?" I questioned. "Such as what?"

"Such as cooking, cleaning your room, going out with friends, doing homework; anything productive!"

"Drawing is productive to me. I can already cook enough, I've cleaned my room, I just got back from Rose's house, and all my homework is done. I've done enough of what you want me to do! I'm going to do what I want to do." I finished the rant, panting.

He sighed and returned back to his work. "Unbelievable," he muttered.

I returned to my room, plopped down on my bed, screamed into a pillow, and pondered life. After I had calmed myself, I called Rose.

"Hello," she said when she picked up.

I sighed into the phone. "Can I come over?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I'll be waiting."

It took almost fifteen minutes to walk to Rose's house. I listened to my iPod on the walk, so I wasn't completely bored. I was used to walking this long, for I had done it countless times before. When I finally arrived at her house, it started to rain. I quickly rushed to the door and knocked. After a couple seconds, her mom opened the door.

"Hello Remy," she greeted warmly. "Rose is in her room. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, please," I replied, smiling fondly at her. She knew me better than my own parents.

I followed her into the kitchen and she handed me a mug. I walked over to the basket of teas in the kitchen and selected an Earl Grey. Rose also liked tea, but she only liked the fruity kind. So, it was my duty to drink the rest. And, I can assure you, I loved that job.

I brewed it and thanked Rose's mother. Then I walked upstairs to Rose's room, tea in my hand. I opened her door and walked in, setting my tea on a nightstand. I plopped next to her on the bed and greeted her.

"Hey," she said. "Well, what happened this time?"

"My father and I fought. Again," I replied, leaning back on the bed. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest.

"Oh," she said in reply. "Sorry."

"Yeah, well, I'll be fine," I assured her. "I just wanted to hang out and get my mind off of things."

"Okay," she said. "Uno?"

I visibly brightened up. "Yes."

I loved playing Uno with Rose. For multiple reasons. One was the fact that the match got really intense. I felt like I was in a fist fight. Another reason was the fact that it was a great way to get my mind off of things. Lastly, I was amazing at it, and Rose barely ever won.

Tonight, though, she was really trying hard. She was even sweating in perseverance. I laughed at her facial expression. She looked so focused. She, in turn, flipped me off and laid another card down. It was a blue card with a three on it. I smirked. Bad choice. I slapped my blue draw two card down. She smirked and put a red draw two card down. Then I laid a green draw two one. She frowned and sighed, drawing six cards.

Hours later, we finally finished. I won, yet again. Then we realized it was getting late. I looked at my phone to see a notification from my mother. She wanted me home in time for dinner. I turned to Rose, and we said our goodbyes. Then I walked home.

At my house, after I ate, I plopped on my bed and grabbed a change of clothes. Then I took a quick shower and started checking my Tumblr in bed. Then I started to draw.

First, I drew Mary's face from the Uno game, her holding up a middle finger with a irritated look on her face. I added in the cards in her other hand and the disorganized stack of Uno cards on the ground. Then I colored in her hair, a reddish color, her eyes, green with a little more blue on the right eye, and the purple shirt she wore. I colored her sweatpants a grey color and her skin a pale peach. I then added freckles on her cheeks and nose. Finally satisfied, I pulled out a clean sheet of paper.

I didn't know what to draw here, but then I got an idea. I drew my dad crowded with work in his office, with an angry face. I colored in his dark brown hair and yellow shirt. Then I stopped and put it away. I couldn't work on that picture anymore. It hurt.

I stood and crammed my new drawings into a drawer. Then I picked a book off of my bookshelf and read. I read until my eyes gave out at three AM, feeling darkness overtake me.

A/N:

I'm sorry for the short chapter. Like, really short. My other chapters will be longer. In a way, this was more of a filler chapter. Yet, it wasn't. Well, if you read this, thank you. Like it? Review please. Share it if you'd like. Comment any suggestions for the story. Anything helps.

-Remy