I had been at school for a while now, and was settled into a routine. There were times that Chris couldn't take me to school or pick me up from school. My behaviour was generally good and so were my grades. But sometimes, I did have bad days. Today being one of them. I had joined in with some other kids that were messing about, and we all got into trouble. I knew today was one of those days that Chris couldn't pick me up, so I wasn't worried about him finding out.
At the end of the school day, It was Chris' sister that collected me, I don't think that the teacher told her anything, because we had fun on the way home. She had picked up some brownies, and I ate them when I got home. But then Chris came.
"See you next time Louise" Chris' sister said waving goodbye.
"I got a phone call from your school Louise" Chris started as soon as he closed the door.
"It dissapoints me when you act up Louise, I know you're a good kid."
I stayed silent. I didn't know what to say. It was very rare that I got into trouble at school, and even when I did, they never ususally called Chris. The worst part of it was that I could tell it hurt Chris, he really didn't enjoy having to punish me and even when he had to he wouldn't really shout.
"You can't keep doing these little things that get you in trouble. Do you understand?"
Silence.
"Louise Natasha Evans?" Chris said crouching down to my level
Still I said nothing. But tears began to well in my eyes.
"Until you understand that you can't keep doing this, you'll have to stay in your room" Chris walked away. He did that when he didn't want me that he was upset. It hurt knowing that I was the reasson.
I stayed in my room for a while, just reading some books, reflecting on how much I had hurt Chris. I knew I needed to make it up to him. Grabbing a piece of paper, I began drawing a picture of us. I took my time making sure it was perfect. Once I was finished I sat there for a while thinking of what I could say to him. But my thoughts were interrupted.
"Louise, can you come here please?"
I took my drawing and went to find Chris. He was sitting down and told me to join him.
"Do you know what you did was wrong Louise?"
I nodded.
"Will you do it again?"
I shook my head.
"I still love you, you know that?"
"I love you more, and I'm really sorry" I replied, almost on the verge of tears again. I showed him the picture I drew of us.
"That's all I wanted to hear"
