Stella's Father

Back to school

"Stella! You're going to be late for school!" You heard a voice from downstairs

"No, mom. I'm not going. I already told you." You groaned out.

It had been a week since the funeral and you had just stopped crying the night before. You still couldn't comprehend the fact that you didn't have a father anymore. Your mother seemed ok but you fought she was in denial of it all. Like nothing ever happened.

"Stella, you're going to school today. You haven't been there for a week and a half." Your mother said frustrated

"Ugh! Fine! I can't believe you're making me do this." You shouted

As you walked outside to your mothers car, you heard a bunch of kids from your private school shouting at you and the fact that you had missed school for so long. You just ignored them though. You missed for a good reason.

Your mom pulled into the car drop off line in front of the school and you hopped out of the car and said your goodbyes. You were so nervous to go back to school.

The rest of the day, you just kind of sat and stared blankly occasionally getting work and the, "are you doing alright?" From teachers.

The one teacher that had no idea what was happening with you, was your English teacher, Mrs. Jack. Sixth period was about to start and that was English with Mrs. Jack. You were horrified but you still had to go.

You walked into the room at sat in your desk, in the front of the classroom. Mrs. Jack walked over to you and handed you a huge stack of papers and said,
"Why haven't you been here, I'm my class, for 8 days Poise?!"

"Actually, Mrs.Jack, my father died last week" you managed to squeak out

"Oh well, why don't you have any other work for me Poise. I set up those calendars so you get work done while you're out. You should've come to pick up your work as well miss." She exclaimed

"Oh, I'm so sorry miss. I was too busy CRYING to focus on any work! I lost my best friend and you expect me to get work done?! My mother hasn't been to work in a week and a half either. Today was her first day back too. So I'm sorry, if you have a deadline on things, but you're gonna have to give me time." You shouted for everyone to hear.

"I" Mrs. Jack whispered not know what else to say.

You started to cry again and stood up and walked into the restrooms away from everyone. You were proud of yourself but also upset that someone would dare say that sort of thing.

Later that day, you got off the bus and walked home. You didn't want to be bothered with, "how was your day sweetie?" Today. You went home, and cried off about 5 more lbs. That also added onto the 15 lbs. you had lost the week and a half before from crying, and crying, and crying.