"Olivia is here. We're running late, I'll see you tonight," I grab my backpack and throw it onto my shoulder.
"Hold on, come here," John calls from the dining table where he is sipping on his coffee. I silently groan to myself.
"Yes?" He puts his newspaper down and pulls his reading glasses off to look up at me. I must admit he is very put together. He's always wearing a button up shirt with not a single crease or wrinkle and his face is always sporting a clean shave.
"You were late coming home last night," he states.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't find a way home last night because Olivia wanted to stay at the beach for a while longer," I explain. I don't see what the fuss is about over ten minutes.
"Don't make excuses. You need to take responsibility for your actions. It is not Olivia's fault that you're late. If you knew she wanted to stay you should have called a cab or taken the bus. You could have even called your aunt earlier to come get you. There is no reason why you should have been late. Remember, if you're not fifteen minutes early, than you're late," John rants on. I listen and just nod my head along to what he is saying.
"You're right, I'm sorry," I apologize again. Olivia honks her horn from outside. "I've really got to go."
"Next time you're late I will not be so forgiving. Punctuality is very important. Do you think I could have became a cardiac surgeon if I showed up halfway through rounds or waltzed into the operating room last second before a surgery?"
"No, of course not," I say impatiently.
"I would have been kicked from the program. You need to try harder. Now someone is waiting for you, yet again. You better get going," he slides his glasses back on. I scurry outside shaking my head. He was the one who wanted to talk to me. Olivia wouldn't be waiting if it wasn't for him. Adults seriously hurt my head.
After desperately searching for a parking space at the school, we finally manage to find one in the very back of the parking lot. The first bell had already rang indicating I have a solid five minutes to get to class. Which is located on the top floor may I add.
"I'm not too stressed. I've got Mr. Harrison first. He's so chill and I'm defiantly his favourite. He probably won't even mark me late," she hits her lock button until it makes the confirmatory beep.
"Speak for yourself. I'm stressing because I have Ms. Anderson. That woman is the evil love child of the Grinch and Hades. She preys upon the students who are late. Such an easy target, " I wheeze as we speed walk across the lot.
"I'm sure you'll be fine," she pulls the lobby door open. "My class is right here, good luck."
The tardy bell wails causing my anxiety to spike as I run up the stairs taking two steps at a time. I reach the top floor but I'm fairly certain I left my lungs behind because I'm huffing and puffing. I awkwardly half run down the hall earning strange glances from students still wandering the halls. When I finally reach her class the door is shut. I mentally prepare myself to face her wrath. Sheepishly, I reach out an knock on the door.
"Look who decides to grace us with her presence," Ms. Anderson announces as she opens the door allowing me to enter. Weren't little old ladies suppose to be nice?
"Sorry I'm late," I gasp still out of breath from the marathon I just ran.
"Why are you apologizing? You must have a very good excuse as to why you are late. Obviously something was much more important that my class. Why don't you share with us?" She puts her wrinkled fingers on my shoulder stopping me from finding my seat. My face heats up as I stand in front of all my peers.
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Rock Bottom
Romance"I pray that the last time I said goodbye was not meant forever." *** Growing up with a single parent with not much money to spare wasn't particularly easy, but Kayla never felt like her life was anything less than amazing. Her father loves her dear...
