Promise

3.

I only had a couple hours of school before a had to go to the doctor's appointment with mrs Middleton. I didn't think i would be nervous for it but i was. I tried to talk to people during lunch but they weren't interested. They just saw a young annoying girl who wore too much make up. And i couldn't blame them for that. I did wear way too much make up for a fifteen year old, but i was also to smart to be fifteen. I was a now a junior in high school with all A level classes and still getting the highest grades possible.
So it just left the cafeteria and went to sit outside.

I have been at this school for almost 6 years but i had just found my favourite spot. It was infront of the school under a big tree, safe from everybody at school. I liked to look a the cars that drove by. I often drew them in my sketchbook.

The bell rang and i sadly got up. I only had 1 class left, maths. I really liked maths because it was very easy. But that also meant that everybody in that class hated me because i got the highest grades without trying.

I was about to enter the classroom when i was stopped by my teacher. "Lucy you don't need to attend today's class because we are going to discuss the test the class made last week. And you were the only one who didn't make any mistakes. So if you want you can work in the library on your homework. But don't leave the school because i want to talk to you after class." I smiled at her and said "thank you, i will see you after class".

I didn't feel like doing homework so i went to the art clasroom. There was nobody there, which made me happy. I liked art class because it didn't matter if you were smart or not, everybody can make art. I was working on a self portrait in oil paint. The assignment was: paint yourself as how you like to view yourself. You could take this how you wanted it to, some boys made a huge dick because they wanted to be funny. Some girls painted themselves 10 pounds lighter, while others just painted themselves as how they looked right now.

I painted myself when i was nine, i had just turned nine and it was my birthday. I didn't know it would be my last birthday day with my parents. I was happy, i was free , i didn't have to do the groceries or take care of my drunk uncle. I loved myself back then. I would still like to view myself as a happy care free child but i simply couldn't.

Just as i was about to start painting my phone rang. My uncle had texted me.

Uncle Terry: hey I'm sorry for my behaviour the last week .I promise you i won't happen again. I've had a rough week but i wont ever touch another bottle of alcohol again. Let's talk over it during dinner, okay?
I love you x

I sighed he did that pretty often. He would be drunk for a few weeks but then something changed and he wanted to make it up. I always believed him and forgave him. The last time he was so convincing that we even drove to multiple rehabs to see if that was an option. But he always talked himself out of it. I hoped that mabye tonight we could discus rehab again. I knew that he needed help and i haven't been able te give it to him.

I texted back
Lucy: I'm glad you want to talk about it. I was going to buy groceries anyways, so i will buy some stuff for dinner to. I will be home around 6.
I love you xx see you soon

I did love him and i hated myself for that. But i am sure that deep down he still loved me and he didn't mean to hurt me. He said it himself, alchol makes me do stupid things i regret doing.