Vampire Academy

Chapter 2

(One week later)

Needless to say, my parents were pretty mad, well very mad at me. I've never seen them this upset before.

I'm am afraid this might take a little more than washing the dishes for a straight month to cool off their tempers.

But then again , I was never prone to ever doing that.

I was laying in my bed picking at my finger nails when my parents walked in. "Hey kid" my dad said grimly sitting on the edge of my bed. I sat up in response due to the fact that this was the first he's spoken to me since last week.

"Umm hi" I responded blankly looking around to avoid the awkwardness.
"We have something to tell you" he notified.

I closed my lab top giving them both weary looks.
This was strange, and by the looks of it, this was serious because they were both in my room at the same time which was not common.

"Sky, we just don't know what to do with you anymore" my mom croaked looking at me sympathetically. "Considering we've tried everything we could think, changing schools a people's center and community service. We looked at a website for boarding schools suggested by a friend, and we enrolled you in one."

My eyes widened and I nearly choked on my spit. They couldn't be serious about this.
"Are you shitting me" I snapped clenching my fists tightly by my sides. "Language young lady" my mother warned giving me that knowing glare. I rolled my eyes.

"Your sixteen and I expect more from you.  You come and go as you please , you hangout out with impulsive individuals , and completely disrespect me and your poor mother who has done nothing but care and show love for you" my dad shouted.

"That's bullshit and you know it"I shouted back earring a straight slap across the face from my father.

   He's never hit me before.
The three of us stood in utter shock and silence.

Tears brimmed my eyes but I quickly whipped them away.
"M-mom" I stampered. She gave me a weak smile. "I'm sorry Sky, but I think this is for the best" she stated before standing up and exiting the room.

"Start packing, you leave in the morning" my father announced  following her out the door.
   I lunged my head into the nearest pillow screaming into with all my might.

I completely hate my life.
I let a tear roll down my cheek.
I can't believe this was seriously happening. I couldn't help but feel a ping of regret in my chest. I've done lots of things other people would find reckless or disturbing, But that was just the kind of person I was.

    I never held much emotion or feelings,and this for me was a way of expressing myself.  In fact it was the only time when my parents or anyone for that matter ever gave me attention .

I felt ignored honestly I did, and I believe there isn't a worse feeling in the world then the feeling of being ignored.

With a grunt I hauled myself up and dragged my old suitcase from under my bed. I angrily shoved my clothes into the bag, hot tears streaming down my face in the process.

This was my life and I hated it.