Chapter 9

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All afternoon all we did is going to the zoo and had a late lunch there and then went to a baseball game which our favorite team that is the Chicago Cubs and they play against the Pittsburgh Pirates. They won by 22-15. Its was fun spending the afternoon with Dad until time went by too fast and then Sunday rolled around and all I did on that day finish my essay for English Lit and watch TV. I haven't heard from Tyler until late at night to see if I can hang out with him on Monday after school to get some more practice in my driving before I take the test few days after my birthday. Which is in a few days and I'll be turning 18 on March 26.

It's Monday morning and dad is about to head out soon after taking me to school, but before we left, he made breakfast.

"So, its senior picture day, isn't?" Dad says, coming back to the kitchen table with his plate of food that contain, sunny side up, toasted butter, sausage, and beacon and his cup of joe, to get him through the day.

"Yeah, it is," I say taking a bit of my scrambled eggs.

"Okay," he leaned up bit to get his wallet out and drop a few dollars on the table. "I don't know how much it is but get the package I would get."

"Okay." I said taking the money and putting it in my wallet. And after that we continue eating breakfast until it was time to go.

It's almost lunch time the senior are getting their picture taken in the school library. I'm in line with Mack and Kendra. Right now Shae is up having her picture taken and her natural up there like she is meant to be a model and that the camera loves her.

"So, how saw your night out with Mr.Handsome?" Kendra ask.

"It was interesting." I say and start telling what happened, but not too much detail or they probably say to be careful and I already know I need to if I'm going to hang out with them time to time. "And he teaches me how to drive since I can get better at it and be ready to take the road test soon."

"Really?" they both say acting surprised, but really I know the concerns like my Dad or thinks it's not a good idea to do it.

"You think that's a good idea going behind your dad back, taking lessons from some guy you met about a week ago." Kendra says, sounding less happy for me and is saying it like she is disappointed in me. "What's going to happen when he found out that you got your driver license. He's going to ask a lot question and you can't really tell the real truth or they're going to be a lot of conflict going on. And most of all you are going to hurt and disappoint him, because he should be the one teaching you and not that guy."

Now she making feel bad and I wanted to tell her that but I can't and I also want to tell her she doesn't know how it is having a dad who won't let you do some of thing like other kids in my class do and is overprotective of you but you don't see it unless you know him well enough, all they see him as a good Dad who is raising his daughter great on his own and is not the other way around where the daughter is rebelling against everything her dad did for her. No, all they see a perfect family, managing on their own after losing a loved one. There so much I wanted to tell her and that she should know how it is for me since we been friends for so long, but I guess I was wrong, it seems she like the other people don't know anymore. But I chose to hold back.

"You know I'm just looking out for you, E. I'm just worried what might happen when everything falls apart when something get out and they find out." she said, giving me a hug. "Just know I'm right here if you need anything or need to talk about it, I'm right here, no matter what."

"Me too." Mack said joining in on the hug.

"I know." I say returning the hug. I break the hug after standing there for a few seconds before talking about something else, but I hardly pay attention, all I can think about is that I wish I hadn't told her about Tyler giving me driving lesson, I knew I had a feeling she might react to this but again she doesn't how my life is, he only thinks she does or at least I thought.

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