Boarding School (on hold)

Chapter 9 Reasons and Tears

It's Saturday morning around 6 O'clock, and I'm sleeping peacefully like every normal kid on a Saturday. My phone's ring tone is what woke me up. who is calling me this early in the morning? I mean hello! I'm trying to sleep! Even though I am angry I answer the phone.
"Hello?" I say kind of sleepy with a tad bit of irritation.
"Hey love!"
It's my father and that shocked me. He normally tells my mom to call me. Don't get me wrong, I love my father, but he is extremely busy with the family business. We own a multi billion corporation. So typical right? Dad owns a business and is never there and I, his child is at boarding school. To be honest I don't like it. I wish things were different, but that's life for you. Things don't plan out the way you want it. Anyways I wonder why my father is calling me.
"Dad?!?"
"Hey sweetie! Listen, I know you're upset about us not coming this weekend, but something has come up."
His tone changed. It got really serious and I knew that something bad had happened.
" What? What is it?!?" I say a little worried.
" Your uh your grandpa died. He was killed in a car accident. He was on his way home, and some teenager ran straight into him."
" What?!?! No! Your joking !!"
" Sorry sweetie, that's why we had to cancel our plans to come see you. I know you and your grandpa were very close but....."
"When is his funeral?" I said while cutting him off.
"It's tomorrow, we thought it was best for you not to be there, it's for your own good! "
"My own good! My own good! My grandpa dies and you think it's good for me to not get to say my last goodbye?!?" I say screaming and tears continuing to run down my face.
"Sweetie it......."
"Don't sweetie me dad! I'm never allowed to go anywhere with you! First Sophie's funeral, now grandpas!!!! I'm starting to realize why you actually agreed to letting me go to boarding school so fast."
"Sweetie just let me expl......"

I hung up the phone before he could finish. my phone rang again but I didn't answer. I didn't feel like hearing him 'explain'.

I had a younger sister, named Sophie. She was the best younger sister you could ever have. Dad was more at home then. We were in the car on our way home. It was her birthday. snow covered the ground. That's why The car spun out of control. Sophie didn't have her seatbelt on, as usual, and she flew out of the window. I only had a few scratches, and a broken leg. Sophie was in a coma, had a failing kidney, broken ribs, and a broken arm. She never woke up out of the coma. That's when mom and dad changed. sometimes I think mom and dad blame me for what happened to her. She never wore her seatbelt, and they knew that. That was six years ago. I was nine and she was seven.

Ever since Sophie died, I was always over my grandparents house. Grandma was always busy and 'didn't have time ' to be with me, but I was alway with grandpa. over the years we grew a strong bond. I even like to think of grandpa as my real dad. He was always there for me. Now he's gone and I have no one left in my life. Well someone I truly care for.

Just thinking about my grandpa and Sophie has me crying even harder. There's a knock at my door, but I ignore it. Another small knock sounds; then the door just opens. It's Nick. I ignore him entering and continue crying.
"Hey what's wrong?" He says with so much care it scares me.
"Nothing" I say mid sob.
Nick gets down on the ground with me and starts rubbing my back.
" Come on, you can tell me."
"Okay, my grandpa died and we were real close, but my father doesn't want me to go to the funeral and I feel like I can't even say my last goodbye to him." I say in one breath while crying still.
Still rubbing my back he says, " shh, it's gonna be okay."
He wipes the tears from my eyes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

That Is all I remember.