Alone In The Big Leagues

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"You called my parents?!" I scream. All the eyes widen even more. There might as well be steam shooting and whistling out of my ears. I'm just that mad.

"Jewel? What are you doing here?" Mr.Nano asks. His eyes are just as big and wide as the students he was teaching before I had burst in.

"You know exactly what I'm doing here! After I left, you called my parents and told them to come get me!" My face is now bright red because of how loud I just yelled at him. I was very upset with him because of what he had done. I know that he was the one who had done it.

"Jewel you need to take some more time off," Mr.Nano tried to explain. I roll my eyes then focus them on him.

"It doesn't matter! It's none of your business what I do or don't do and better yet it's not your job!" I pause and let all of the students' "Ooooo's" and "Burn's" die down, then I go on. "Your job is to teach students the things that you are getting paid to teach. Not getting into their business or their life, because I can asure you, no one wants you there." I finally end what I needed and wanted to say.

"Jewel..." Mr.Nano starts to say but I cut him off.

"Don't even. Just leave me alone." I straighten myself up and lock my emotions and feelings away, masking my face and say, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm getting checked out." I turn on my heel and walk out of the room, loudly slamming the door behind me.

I stalk down the hall, anger seething from me. I get to the office and see my mother sitting down in one of the school's blue plastic chairs with little padding that was just slapped on the top. Of course my mother is tapping away on her phone. You know the normal. The lady in the office was also sitting down, in a slightly better chair and tapping away. The difference is that she's just typing on her computer, most likely doing her work, whereas I know that mom was just on social media.

I walk right past them and just walk right out. The door shuts behind me then opens again. I know it's my mother just following me to the car, but I don't wait, I open the car door, get in, and slam the door shut. A few seconds later our driver climbs out of the car and opens the door for my mother. She still stares at her phone as she climbs in and buckles her seat belt. The driver has gotten in and is driving away from the school.

"I thought you were told to stay at school today," my mother says calmly still looking at her phone.

"I was, but my teacher made me go and here I am." I say in response with a hard voice.

"Well you should have told him no, your father will be very disapponted with you," she says, still not looking at me.

"So let him be," I shoot at her quickly.

She looks at me finally. "I am also very disapponted in you. Just because your money making flee bag died does not mean you can act up and refuse to do your studies! Its not acceptable! We will simply replace him if you so wish. It can be done in a snap of your father's fingers. Though its a no doubt a waste of the money we hold in our hands and our pockets. God! Even in our bank accounts! What you want is a filthy, dirty creature that's a waste of time and money. My dear girl!" She pauses and laughs, her phone in her lap. "My dear, you should be out with friends, shopping at malls, going to late night parties! Instead, you go to what you call a stable! You are a discrace! That's what I think! You sit there smelly and sweaty like a pig on the side of the road! That girl Lottie Kingston is the spitting image of what you should be. She gets good use from her families wealth! Using it on things she should. Beautiful clothes and shoes and more, but you! You spend it on those smelly animals and accessories for them, if you could even call it that. Shape up! Shape yourself up! You don't need to be babied any longer. You know what they told me when my dog died? They said shape up! They told me that a dog can be replaced just as anything can be! Stop crying, they say! Stop your pathetic crying!"

I interrupt my mothers yelling and long speech to me. "They can't be replaced! No one can! You know what they told you? They told you lies and you believed them and that made you into a dead, cold, heartless person. They brainwashed you and now you're heartless! My horse can not be replaced, nor can that dog that you had so long ago. It hurts doesn't it? To lose something dear to you and even worse when someone tells you it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that the thing you poured your heart and soul into is gone. The thing you love most is gone." She cuts me off.

"Stop it! Stop your worthless feelings from getting to your head. My mother and father were right, it's nothing! Same thing with your dead lump! Now you are going to spend time with that lovely girl Lottie and learn a thing or two from her." She glares at me.

"No I'm not! She is an awful person who is almost as heartless as you! I will not allow myself to be in the presence of someone that awful and nasty!" I stop talking and stare daggers at my heartless mother.

"Oh you will and you will be on your best behavor!" She says coldly.