Trollhunters: Never Alone

It's About Time Part II

      I woke up at around 6:15 this morning because I had to get to school early for another teacher's meeting. I asked Jim last night if he wanted to come with me then, but he said that he would just ride his bike later. Before I left, I still don't know what overcame me, but I took the letter with me. I wanted to read it when I had the time. As I was driving to school, I thought about my father. No matter how much I want to deny it, I want to see him again. I need closure. I got out of the car and looked at the school wondering what it would've been like if he had never left us. How much would've changed?

        "Ten minutes till the meeting, Ms. Lake." Senor Uhl stated. I snapped out of my thoughts and headed into the building. I've got to stop thinking about it. There's too much on my plate right now to suddenly go to Vermont. Besides, today I'm meeting Elizabeth and Patrick. I'm so excited to see them again. It's been too long.

        As soon as I got done with my teacher's meeting, don't ask what was discussed, just the next month's schedule and who would be in charge of detention's, hall monitoring, and so forth, I walked into my classroom and looked at the clock. I still had a half an hour. I reached into my bag and grabbed the letter. I pulled it out with trembling hands. I opened the enveloped and read the paper inside:

        Dear Monica,

                I am probably the last person you want to hear from right now and I don't blame you a single bit. There is so much that I want to tell you, but it is hard to put them down onto pen and paper. I am so sorry for all the things that I have done to you, your mother, and Jim. It was inexcusable. I've thought about writing this letter for years, but I never had the courage because I was so ashamed. As soon as I left for Vermont with the other woman, I left her because I realized that I had made a terrible and unforgivable mistake. I know that I will never be able to come back to Arcadia Oaks and I feel too ashamed to see or even try to speak to your mother and Jim. I left so early in his life and that is something I truly regret. I also regret leaving you and your mother. I broke two incredibly important promises. My wedding vow to your mother and my vow to never leave you. I regret so much of what I have done. All I am asking is for a second chance. I know I don't deserve it and I won't blame you if you do not come to Vermont. If you are not here in April, I will know my answer. Happy birthday, Monica.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Sincerely,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Your Father

        I had to fight the tears that were threatening to come because students were starting to file into the classroom. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have even read the letter. I shoved the letter back into my bag and quickly composed myself before the students could see the battle that was raging inside of me. A part of me wanted to forgive my father, but another wanted to hate him forever. I needed to talk to someone about this. I have to tell Jim about this. He deserves to know the truth. The bell rang and I knew that this was going to be a long day. I quickly wrote a note and gave it to Jim, which said that we needed to talk. I was still planning on meeting Patrick and Elizabeth for lunch and I told him we would talk after school.

        I stood up in front of the class and began the lesson. Spanish was first period and I knew that they had a test. While I was teaching, the usual stuff happened. Mary was not so discreetly on her phone, which I confiscated after about 15 minutes of her being on it and Steve was beginning to pick on Eli, which I gave him a detention for. When 2nd period was over, I prepared for the next one. It felt like forever, but, finally, it was time for my lunch period and I went on my way to meet up with Elizabeth and Patrick.