Can of worms

Trip wire

I accidentally slept the rest of the day away but I don't think my father minded cause he never bothered me. I'm usually tired and unmotivated but sometimes my insomnia flares up. Everyone in the family has some variation. Half the time I don't think anyone sleeps but we don't talk about it. I wake up an hour and a half before my alarm goes off the next morning. I decided to be nice and try and use the toaster to make me and dad frozen waffles (as uncomplicated as it sounds it's still somehow a challenge) although in this household we call them awfuls (all because of a blown out sign I saw as a child.) I kill about 20 minutes just trying to figure out the coffee machine (mostly for my dad but no one will complain if there's a little missing) today is Friday, thank the lord, so I only have to make it through today and then I'm free for a limited amount of time. School is just a social construct that disguises itself as a help center for minors rather than the prison it really is. Off topic there for a moment but I'm board, I still got time to kill but there's nothing more to do but wait. I did my morning routine already with some added flare.... ughhhh I hate mornings. On the bright side I'm in a slightly decent mood for whatever reason. Don't you love listening to useless chatter?
After awhile I dose off and when I become aware again I realize I'm about to miss the bus. I don't but it was a close call.

I'm in the middle of an algebra class lecture, about half way through the day when I notice that dans not at school. I don't really want to admit it but it's getting a little strange how I haven't seen him at all since Tuesday. I texted him the other day so I know he's alive or whatever (how else would I have known about the baby sitting gig?) for some reason I can't really bring myself to believe everything is ok. I have made an observation a while back that family's are secretive so maybe there's something going on... I just hope he's ok. I end up spacing out the rest of class, I just hope I haven't missed anything important.
I still have about half a day left unfortunately but my next class is fairly chill so it's cool.
I somehow mange to make it through a fairly uneventful day although it turns out a lot of my "friends" (I don't really have friends so more acquaintances that I associate with is a bit more accurate - I'm not much of a people person I mostly keep to myself) are mostly absent. I never understand why people find the need to skip classes, I get unnecessary anxiety out of fear of being late to class. I hate missing school for that very reason. It's strange that I'm fine is I'm in class but not pay attention, and not if I miss class worrying I'm gonna miss something.

I go through the rest of my school day, my last class being one where the counselors think today is a good day to sit us down and speak to the students about their futures. I don't really see the big deal of constant pressure to figure  these things out so early. I honestly have no clue yet so I guess we will see what comes to pass.

It's finally time to go home and my mood stays exactly the same as this morning. It's very unusual. Maybe I'm just excited to hang out with my dad? Who knows, who cares.

I take the bus home and go inside, make some food... you know.... normal stuff...ramen or whatever. I hang out in my room for awhile and just watch out my window for a good 40 some minutes. I figured a walk would be nice but it's kinda chilly out so I just stay inside and watch some stuff for awhile. Life is honestly kinda boring but it's strange how such a boring life can be so constantly stressful. Anyway I just relax the rest of the day away and wait for my dad to get home. I could try to cook dinner but that would be a disaster, I could order a pizza but I suck with communication so that's out, hmmmm. Ehhh I'll let him deal with it, he's actually not a bad cook (most certainly not the best but definitely more sensible then mom when it comes to anything related to household management) my dad has always had a sensitive biological system as you would call it. He has allergy's and the like and needs humidifiers and Vixs and bla bla bla bla blahhhh so yes i would say sensitivity's definitely an issue here in this case. My father is kinda limited in what he can eat but I never was really told why. My parents keep making excuses so who knows. I end up just texting him asking if he could potentially pick up Chinese or something. As you can guess he comes home, we greet each other, and we eat. My dad looks exhausted so I decided to be easy on him and leave him alone for the most part. Probably didn't have a good day at work. Everything today has seemed kinda off but I don't know what to think or what to do about it, so I do the Sensible thing and take a nap. I sleep for about two hours and wake up at like three am. I know for a fact I won't be going back to sleep anytime soon so I grab my laptop and throw on some movie from Netflix to pass the time. Once the sunrise is about to start I go wake my dad (ever since I was little we always made an effort that every Saturday we would watch the sunrise and every Sunday, the sunset) he still looked exhausted and kinda like he wasn't feeling great but he got up anyway and we walked to the lake just down the road to watch. It's still early when we make it back to the house after the sky finished showing off.
We both decided that we would be simple and just have cereal for this mornings food. I decided I would interrogate him a bit, keep him on his toes one might say.
"So you have off today right?"
"Yep"
"So what are we gonna do, we have the house to our selves"
"Well I originally wanted to go to the museum today but it's under construction and I don't feel to great"
"So... we aren't doing anything?" I was really looking forward to spend some one on one with him. I know he makes an effort but sometimes things just get in the way...
"Now I didn't say that, I have a plan"
"Your plans usually suck" I state
"Hey!" He laughs "I'll have you know I graduated with honors"
"And what's that supposed to mean to me"
".... i don't know.... I forgot, oh well" he had a smile on his face
"Are you gonna share this 'plan' of yours?"
"Nah" I give him a look as he smirks playfully "but I think it can wait till lunch" he sticks a spoonful in mouth and smiles mischievously at me.
"Fine"

Noon
Dad told me to meet him in the driveway and that we were going out to eat at some Italian place.
We go, we eat, we laugh and have a good time but I still don't know what this plan of his is. He's purposefully acting suspicious to aggravate me.
After lunch we walk out the door and we get into moms car. I still don't know why but I can only assume it's cause she's not here and he doesn't have to risk his prize possession. He has a 1996 impala SS black with gray interior. He loves that thing and can't bare the thought of anything happening to it. He and his father restored it themselves. I must admit, it is a sweet ride. He promised that someday he might be willing to part with it and give it to me. He also said that in order to have that responsibility I need to know how to properly take care of her. Sharla the impala. Yes that's what he named her.... Anyway we get into moms car and drive to the middle of nowhere, at this point I'm at my peak suspension. he pulls into some old abandoned parking lot that's been slowly overtaken by weeds. "What are we doing here, does this have something to do with your plan?" I accuse
"Yep, get out" It almost sounds like he's nervous yet excited.
"You are about to turn 16 in a month and 3 days"
I wonder where this is going
"So I figured I could pass the torch of knowledge."
"....What?"
"Catch" and he throws the keys at me. I fumble with them having not expecting the surprise in my face and end up dropping them. I can here dad laughing as hard as possible, so much so he's bent over with tears in his eyes.
"Hahaha you should have Seen your Face! PRICELESS HAHAAA"
"Your insane you know that?" MOMS car. he wants ME to drive MOMS car. What kind of a disaster was he thinking! I can't help but feel nervous. I never really felt to excited to learn to drive so I kept putting it off. But I guess today I have to. My father is still laughing his butt off like this is the funniest joke in the universe. I groan and mumble but make my way over to the door. I secretly smile, two can play this game. Regardless it's nice to see him being so carefree, he usually is but I know there's some strain at work with his other coworkers but I don't know much more than that. Both mom and dad work so hard it seems ridiculous.
I like to think I have a really decent relationship with my parents but they both work hard and there jobs keep them away a lot, I spend a lot of time on my own, but they make an effort.

Back to my revenge - Dad gets in and closes the door (I had everything prepared, I had watched my parents countless times operate a car so I think I have a vague idea of what I'm doing....at least I hope so) and the millisecond I hear the click of the seat belt I crank back the shift and floor the gas pedal.
After I few swerves I slam the brakes (hopefully mom never hears about this) I look over at dad once things settle and oh boy. that was fun. "Hehe you screamed like a Little Girl, you should see your Face Right now you sucker"

He called me a Knucklehead And continued. we had our fun, then he gave me actual lessons and had me drive around the empty lot for about an hour. I wish every day life were always likes this rather than being uniform days that just bleed together. We head home and watched movies and played video, board, and card games till real late (or early, depends on how you look at it all)

Today was a good day... I wish it were always like this. I have this feeling that things are about to go down hill very soon, and as I turn into bed to attempt to find sleep, I can only feel my chest tighten with worry as to what will come...