I can't vividly remember the day it happened. Not because every detail was important. But because it's been a while since I've talked about it. I'll do my best, here's what I remember.
TAKING YOU BACK TWO MONTHS.
"Why hasn't she came down for breakfast? Micheal, please go get your sister." She says.
That's my worried about everything mother. She's an empath. Always knowing how her kids feel no matter the masks they put on.
"LAYLA, I WANT PANCAKES BUT MOMS WITHHOLDING UNTIL YOU GET DOWN THERE! HURRY UP MY BELLYS GROWLING." He yells.
He's six years old and a joy. "Sorry baby. Come on let's go get some pancakes." I say, dressed for school. Holding his hand down the stairs.
"Did you finish your math homework?" Dad asks. Drinking his coffee and playing on his iPad.
"Yeah, but I called my math teacher because I needed help." I respond.
"Oh, how is she?" He asks.
"She's good. Still sick unfortunately." I answer back. I shove all my books into my book bag and walk out the door. "I'll take you to school!" Mom says grabbing her purse off the kitchen counter. "Thanks mom." I laugh.
We get into her car and back out of the driveway. "Tell me what's wrong? Mommas listening." She says turning the music down. "I was accepted to Greenwood." I say turning toward the window.
"Baby, that's fantastic." She says grabbing my hand. "When do you want to enroll?" She asks.
"This fall." I tell her. I want to move this fall because I can meet my team, and practice before next years games. I also need to get my grades up.
Greenwood is the best high school around. Cute athletes, and everything.
I'm not going for math, actually. I'm going for their football team. Not to brag, but I have the best arm.
My father isn't proud of that.
YOU ARE READING
asking for it
Teen Fiction"you're going to call me harsh. or to openly honest. or far to horribly blunt. you're going to ask me why my story should be heard. or why its true. you're going to ask me who to choose. who's story should you believe. until you see me on your telev...
