The rest of the ride home was spent in an agonizing silence. I wanted to try cracking some jokes, but due to the fact that my grandfather was sick, I had some trouble. The only thing I could do was turn on the radio and let the sounds of classical music drown out my thoughts.
Once we got home I quickly made my way upstairs into my room and slammed the door shut. The slam was unintentional, but it did add dramatic flare.
I took my headphones from my bed, connected them to my phone, and let my music blast in my ears. I played the newest album from my favorite band, "The owls." Despite the loudness of the music, I still managed to hear the knock on my door. I opened it to see my sister standing there. "What's up, Debbie?" I asked as I turned off my music and put my headphones around my neck. She looked at me with a shit-eating grin. "I heard you got in a fight and then got expelled. So much for being the 'golden child.'" She shamelessly laughed at her own joke. "Yeah, but I can still see, so that at least puts me above you." She scoffed and probably rolled her eyes behind those sunglasses. That was the kind of relationship my sister and I had. She'd make fun of me every time I screwed up and I'd respond with a comment on her eyesight-or lack thereof. It was how we bonded over the years.
"Dad said to meet him in the basement." I sighed softly. "Thanks for letting me know, now go away." I gently pushed her out of the doorway and closed by door. I quickly changed into a pair of shorts and headed to the basement
My dad was already down there. He was hitting the punching bag, his prosthetic arm still slower than his real one. "Uh, dad?" He stopped and looked over at me. "You got in a fight?"
I sighed. "My day wasn't bad, thanks for asking." His face was void of even the slightest grin. "Yeah, I got in a fight, but I didn't throw the first punch."
"But you got expelled."
"Yeah, that did happen, huh?" I let out a sheepish chuckle and scratched the back of my head.
My dad moved the punching bag towards me. "Since you've got such a fighting spirit, let's do some exercise!" Now, he had a grin on his face. A sadistic, evil, grin. "Seriously, dad?" I wrapped my hands while asking this, knowing he was deadly serious.
After I finished wrapping them up I got in front of the punching bag. My dad had got his "coach" whistle and blew it before telling me what to do, and I obliged.
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After an hour and a half of boxing lessons, weight lifting and various other ways of "exercise", my dad and I sat down to take a break.
I sat on a chair and looked at my dad, who was across from me. "Dad?" He looked up from unwrapping his hands and looked up at me. "What is it, Preston?"
"Would you consider me a delinquent?" It was a question that had been in my mind for years, and I finally managed to muster the courage to ask.
"What? Of course not. You've just got a lot of potential that hasn't been put to use yet, plus you just used the word delinquent, if that helps. Your mother and I are making sure that your potential isn't wasted once we move."
I gave him a look. "How are you gonna do that?" He hadn't even stopped what he was doing, and spoke his next words so casually, you'd think he was telling me that we were having pizza for dinner. "We'll be sending an application to Full bloom Academy."
I stared silently, unable to fully comprehend my father's words.
"Oh, and we're having pizza for dinner."
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Presto Vs The Black Hats
ActionAfter his grandfather becomes suddenly ill, 16 year old Preston Adams is forced move to from his hometown to the prestigious Moonlight City and start school at Rosewood Academy. From bullies to having to get a job, Preston doesn't really think thing...
