Tearlet

Chapter 6

Ch. 6-

"Wake up, Ednan." Someone says as they shake me awake.

I groan, "Did I fall asleep? How long?" I squint through the bright light and find Mr. Barber tapping his foot.

"Yes. You fell asleep during class, but I woke you up to make sure you know you have a project due next Friday."

"We do?" I say annoyed and rub the sleep from my eyes.

"Yes 'we do'," He says mocking my tone of voice, "And your partner is this gentleman, Richard. You better get started."

Richard starts laughing. "Come on. Lets start," He says and scoots his desk by mine.

"Here." He puts the American History book on my desk. "So, lets pretend we are planning the project as we talk." Richard says snickering when Mr. Barber turns and leaves, "What are you doing tonight? My parents are out of town and I am throwing a party."

I fell asleep in class, on a Friday. Hangout with Dad starts tomorrow and where we are going is a suprise. To be honest, I cannot wait, we haven't went out on a trip since my Mom died. Also, today Sky stayed absent and Courtney has started to become more clingy than before. And now I am stuck with being paired up with person who cares more about partying then a project that is due in seven days.

"Yes, I am busy." I lie.

"Aw, man. Look there is beer and its going to be a blast." He says trying to convince me.

"I got this thing with my Dad tomorrow. So no. I cant go."

"Whatever. Here is my number if you change your mind." He says and scribbles it down on my notebook, vandalizing it..

"Seriously." I say irritated, glaring at him.

"Calm down, dude. Anyways, whenever you want call me so we could start the project." Richard continues, changing the subject.

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I reach home and my bag, for the vacation, was already made by one of the maids placed on the bed by a pair of folded clothes. I skip dinner, secretly, not wanting Lisa to find out I have, and get dressed into the pair of black pants and the clean shirt. Something nice for our Father-and-Son trip.

On my way down I enter the kitchen room and grab a fruit from the fridge. The maids stare at me, shocked to see me here. I grab another apple and toss out the eaten one and leave, annoyed, by the stares they given me.

I head to Dad's office and enter. Roccia is there, Dad isn't.

"Wheres Dad?" I ask Roccia.

"Hello sir." She says shyly.

"Wheres Dad?" I repeat.

"He is on a trip. He just left with a friend and told me he is coming back on Monday."

I exhale. "No. He said I am going with him!"

Her eyes widen. "I am sorry. That is what he told me. I didn't know you were going."

I scream, frustrated. I was excited for this trip! How could he let me down? I turn from his office and away from a shocked and scared maid. I clench my fist and when I am finally out of the room and into the hall, I stop.

The anger explodes like fireworks, I spin around, and punch the wall, hard. Sadly, there isn't a hole in the place where I punched the wall because it is made of marble. So, instead, it just cracks and a few chunks fall as pain ripples through my arm. I heard something crack and I could feel one of my bones in my hand breaking.