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his is a draft of a fictional story.
Tell me where you see this story going….
Chapter 1
What? I said as I slowly opened my eyes and realized that my english teacher was standing right in front of me. Her hands wrapped around her waist and she kept taping on her arm as if in an rhytmic way counting tic, tac, tic, tac.
How long had I been asleep? I couldn’t believe that it was only ten in the morning and I had already snoozed in class.
I turned back to my teacher trying to keep my cool. I was terrified because I knew this was going to be a hard one to get out of. She didnt know what I was going through at home. I knew when I looked her in the eye. If I didn’t tell her the truth I was going to regret this day, for a very long time…
It is not that I didn’t care but my dad has been diagnosed with cancer and it is different between man and women. Mom, when she is sick, well we barely notice. She doesn’t really have time to be sick. Dad on the other hand make sure everyone knows that he is not feeling well and he makes sure we are all surrounding him, pittying him.
I think the truth of the matter is that I just think he doesn’t like to be alone. He knows we rely on mom a heck lot more and he feels that he is the provider of our family. If he isn’t around he is sure we won’t be able to fend for ourselves.
Dad also doesn’t like the idea of being alone. He is afraid he is not needed as mom is so he is constantly reminding us that he is around.
Even though I am the youngest I am pretty sure that a lot of times I feel like I have a pestering little brother. I wish dad wasn’t sick. I wish he was the happy dad he has always been. I wish he didn’t let this diseases get the best of him. I just wish life was normal again.
Well, I need to find a way to get my teacher’s attention away from my nap into something else and quickly before I have to tell her everything.
Before I could process everything that I was going through I felt a tap on my shoulder and I heard: “Jimmy, outside NOW.” My knees shook. I knew it was now or never, I would never be able to live this one down. I am already the weird kid with overgrown hair whose shoes are always falling apart. Yeah, I guess that this doesn’t matter anymore. I am able to embark on a journey to the principal’s office in 5….4…..3…….2…….1…..
I slowly walked outside of the classroom. The silence of the classroom felt more overwhelming that a gymnasium on prep rally day. I could barely make out the words that came from Mrs. Smith’s mouth as I slowly observed her trying to explain something to me. The glittery gray of her hair sparkled as the sun hit her head just right through the window. The last or better yet the only words I heard were: “….I know what you are going through, now it is time to stop taking care of everyone around you, it is time for you to be taken care of like you deserve… I am sure your parents will agree with me Jimmy, it is time for you to go to boarding school.”
Boarding school had always been an option when dad was still working for the bank. However since he has been sick, he hasn’t really been at work. The bills are starting to pile it up and I just feel that things are starting to fall apart at home.
Without hesitation I Jimmy made a decision. I said it aloud: “It has been a rough patch and I am ready to apply for boarding school; if the option of a scholarship still available…….
For a very long time writing stories have been a dream of mine. I am still working on plot and character building.
I have to admit that teaching writing has made me a better writer myself….
If this was your story where would you take it???
I hope your days are filled with joy!
Much Love.
Raquel
