#include "travel_nut_parents.h"
#include "28th_school_in_9_years.h"
using std::the_last_of_my_patience;
I looked from my code to the pamphlet and back again. Sighing, I picked up the damned paper. I didn't have time for this. I had an inheritance assignment I needed to finish and a quiz on hash tables I needed to study for. I don't have time to worry about transferring schools again.
for(int i = 0; i 100; ++i)
cout "Get it TOGETHER, Louise."; /you have things to do
I sighed again. Rising from my desk chair I made my way down the hall to my father's office. I found him, in the middle of the spacious room, meditating. Sitting cross-legged next to him, I laid the brochure in front of him.
"Didn't expect my Christmas gift so early, Pop. When do we vacation to Japan?" I asked quietly, not letting a hint of my anger through. My parents didn't deserve the resentment. Their dream was to travel the world. Who was I to deny the people who gave me everything their dream? My father opened an eye at my soft voice.
"As soon as Christmas break starts, Sweet Pea," he murmured; his lips barely moved. The sound came off as apologetic. I guess I sounded a little more disappointed than I meant to be.
"So, why Ouran? Can we really afford this?"
"My new employer has a couple sons who attend. He recommended it and offered to cover the charge in addition to my salary," Pop replied, still watching me through one eye.
"When did you get this new job?"
"Mr. Hitachiin emailed me a couple days ago. You know how I always have my resume out and about." He finally opened his eyes and craned his neck to look at the clock hanging on the wall abaft us. "I think it's about time for dinner, Little One. I'm thinking some Pad Thai tonight. How about you?" I nodded delicately, letting the subject drop. This new school would be like all the others anyway. I followed him downstairs to help make dinner, letting my mind wander back to code once more. In a couple of months, our latest move would all be water under the bridge.