I was Weak but got Stronger...

Chapter 11: New School means New Shoes

Chapter 11: New School means New Shoes

We've been living in the new house for three years now, I'm finally sixteen and have my drivers license! A new school year is about to begin also, and I'm really excited. I'll be a senior in high school! I know what you're thinking, a sixteen year old as a senior in high school that's not right. But it is. Since I've been home schooled all my life.. I worked ahead from the regular pace in actual school. This year though I'm going to ask my dad if he'll let me go to an actual high school, with real people. Not animated ones that come up on a computer screen.

Since it's a month before schools starts, I have to ask my dad if I can actually go. My hopes might end up going down the drain, then again they could go sky rocketing. Getting up from my bed I ran down the two flights of stairs, there's two flights of stairs for me since I'm in the attic. Hopping down the stairs was a exercise that I've need for a while. Tripping on the last step and falling to the ground is not what I've had in mind.. at all. Laying there on the black colored marble floor I was thinking.. I should really start learning to stop hopping down the stairs when I'm overly joyed.

Then I heard laughing. Uncle Niall's laugh, sitting up from my laying position I seen him hunched over laughing his manly laugh. The manly laugh that got girls swooning over him... that's what I was told any ways. Giving him the look that could kill, he finally stopped and raised his hands up in surrender.

"Are you okay, love"? He asked me, holding out his hand for me to take. I put my hand in his and he pulled me up to my feet, standing me at a stand still.

"Yep. Have you seen my dad? I need to ask him a really important question. Like right now". I told him smiling, I don't know why I am so excited about going to high school. Especially the one I might be going to, people have gotten mugged, shot, picked on, and thrown into trashcans, girls get called slut bags, whores, white trash, bitch, skank and prostitute everyday! Who would say that? That's just terrible. I was raised to be polite to others and fight back only if someone else hits me before hand.

"Yeah, I think he's in the kitchen.. be careful though. He has his girlfriend in there". Uncle Niall made a disgusted face at the thought of her. She's a major devil woman.

"Alright. Hey! Uncle Ni, if my dad says with what I'm going to be asking him.. would you like to take the honor taking me shopping afterwards? It has to deal with what I'm asking him... so yes or no"? I asked him smiling, raising my eyebrows up and down while I made a creeper face.

"Yeah, sure whatever". He shook his head and smiled, turning around as he went up the long flight of stairs. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen casually, going straight to fridge.. like I usually do on a daily basis.

"Hey Bricklen, come say 'hi' to Meredith". My father spoke. She has a really weird name to, it's like a 1950's name.

"Hey Meredith, what's up"? I asked her as I grabbed a red bull out of the fridge.

"Oh nothing, just asking your dad a very important question. So do you mind leaving? It's a grown up thing". She smiled at me. Fake smile alert! Fake smile alert!

"Oh yeah sure, but dad after you're done having this conversation. I have to ask you something and it's very important to my education and my future". I smiled at him. He smiled back while making a hand motion for me to leave. I rolled my eyes as I turned around and walked into the living room.

"She used the fake smile didn't she"? Uncle Harry asked me. I nodded my head. "I swear.. she's a devil woman". He whispered. My eyes got huge.

"That's what I was thinking"! I screamed, then covered my mouth quickly. He silently laughed at my own reaction. "But seriously though, why can't he tell that she's just using him for the money"? I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Oh wait, don't answer that. I got it.. he probably knows that she's using him and is just waiting for her to ask something outrageous and tell her off like this 'Woman I know you've been using me for my money and fame, bitch get out my house before I call the Po-Po". I may have exaggerated that a little bit, but uncle Harry is smiling. So I made the right choice of exaggerating.