Don't Take It All Away-Chapter One
The Ezra/Jules story is coming next. This takes place one month before Kristin's 13th birthday. Summer Of Miracles never happened in this story; however Cole came and gone.
Kristin woke up groaning. It was a clear, blue Monday morning, but that night she had had a dream about her dad and had gotten little sleep. She looked around a noticed that everyone else was bustling around and getting ready.
She felt a pillow hit her face and snatched it away and saw shelby's smirking face. "Rise and shine, sunshine," she said cheerfully. Kristin couldn't help but grin. "Leave me alone!" she whined and kicked waay her covers. "Hey, get up or I'll tell your dad," Shel teased. Kristin shot up. "Hey, I meant Peter," Shelby said softly and dropped her smirk.
"Are you okay? You've been acting weird lately. I mean, even weirder than usual." "Haha, funny. yes, I'm fine. Now can I get ready?" Krisitn mumbled and got up. She went to the bathroom and shut and locked the door.
Kristin got dressed then looked in the mirror. She almost wanted to cringe. She was unusually small for a twelve-year-old. She was barely 5'2 and only weighed 95 pounds-the usual weight for the average 9 or ten-year- old. She had many visible-and hidden-scars. All because of that shithole of a dad (except for her height of course). He had starved her day in and day out. He made her do those bad things like lie, steal and runaway for survival. If anyone knew everything that happened to her, tey would've thought that it was all made up.
She just shook her head in dissaporval of her image and pulled a hat over her hair. She was wearing baggy jeans, a whine long-sleeved shirt under a blue Nike shirt. She saw Auggie walking to the school building. "Yo, shorty, you mis breakfast. We're late eveyrone else is already in there," he called. Kristin groaned. She was starving.
But instead of saying anything, she caught up with him and they walked. "Auggie, you're late. And what a surpise, sure is Ms. Kristin." Frank said sarcastically. "Chill, teach I have an excuse." Auggie said. "And yours?" Frank asked, looking at her. "I woke up late." "Not a good excuse." "You didn't ask for a good excuse. You just asked for an excuse." she pointed out. Frank rolled his eyes. "Take a seat. Both of you," he said through clenched teeth. Kristin saluted him and sat in the very back away from the others.
Scott started talking to Shelby "She's so distant now," he commented. "She probably just thinks she doesn't fit in. She's 12, the rest of us are 16 and 17. It may not seem like a big difference but at our age it is. She's fine," shelby assured him. Scott smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, preacher," he whispered. SUddenly Frank was above them. "Hey, teach. 'Sup?" Scott asked. "Not your grades, Scott. So, until you have A's in every subject, keep your and Miss Merrick's personal conversations when you're not in class. Now, all of you open your social studies books to page 299. We'll be studying the French and Indian War today..."
Scott rolled his eyes and opened his book then looked back at Kristin. She was slumped back in her chair chewing gum and folding paper to make airplanes and origami. Her book was propped open.
Meanwhile...
The mans tepped out of his car on his freshly mowed lawn. His dirty blonde hair was spiked up and he was a clean-cut, handsome man. He smiled as his new four-year--old son Colt ran to him shrieking. "Daddy!"
Cole had been dropped off at the man's house just three months before while he was in rehab. Colt was hi ex-wifes and her new husbands son. They didn't want any more kids-he already had 4-she he agreed t take him.
Since he had been in rehab his girlfriend Leigh had taken care of him along with the 3-mointh-old son she had from her ex-husband. The baby was Samuel-Sammy. "What's Leigh and Sammy doing?" the man asked. "Leigh's doing hte dishes. I was helping but I heard your car so I ran out. Sammy is in his planpen." colt explained. "That's my boy. Has Sammy been good?" "No! He's been crying all day." "Ahh. I'm sure he's just not feeling well. Go help Leigh." "Okay, daddy."
The man watched Colt run in. He sighed and thought of his hidden past. His hidden children. Where they REALLY were-juvi hall and a school for dysfunctional teens.
The man was Kristin's father.
The Ezra/Jules story is coming next. This takes place one month before Kristin's 13th birthday. Summer Of Miracles never happened in this story; however Cole came and gone.
Kristin woke up groaning. It was a clear, blue Monday morning, but that night she had had a dream about her dad and had gotten little sleep. She looked around a noticed that everyone else was bustling around and getting ready.
She felt a pillow hit her face and snatched it away and saw shelby's smirking face. "Rise and shine, sunshine," she said cheerfully. Kristin couldn't help but grin. "Leave me alone!" she whined and kicked waay her covers. "Hey, get up or I'll tell your dad," Shel teased. Kristin shot up. "Hey, I meant Peter," Shelby said softly and dropped her smirk.
"Are you okay? You've been acting weird lately. I mean, even weirder than usual." "Haha, funny. yes, I'm fine. Now can I get ready?" Krisitn mumbled and got up. She went to the bathroom and shut and locked the door.
Kristin got dressed then looked in the mirror. She almost wanted to cringe. She was unusually small for a twelve-year-old. She was barely 5'2 and only weighed 95 pounds-the usual weight for the average 9 or ten-year- old. She had many visible-and hidden-scars. All because of that shithole of a dad (except for her height of course). He had starved her day in and day out. He made her do those bad things like lie, steal and runaway for survival. If anyone knew everything that happened to her, tey would've thought that it was all made up.
She just shook her head in dissaporval of her image and pulled a hat over her hair. She was wearing baggy jeans, a whine long-sleeved shirt under a blue Nike shirt. She saw Auggie walking to the school building. "Yo, shorty, you mis breakfast. We're late eveyrone else is already in there," he called. Kristin groaned. She was starving.
But instead of saying anything, she caught up with him and they walked. "Auggie, you're late. And what a surpise, sure is Ms. Kristin." Frank said sarcastically. "Chill, teach I have an excuse." Auggie said. "And yours?" Frank asked, looking at her. "I woke up late." "Not a good excuse." "You didn't ask for a good excuse. You just asked for an excuse." she pointed out. Frank rolled his eyes. "Take a seat. Both of you," he said through clenched teeth. Kristin saluted him and sat in the very back away from the others.
Scott started talking to Shelby "She's so distant now," he commented. "She probably just thinks she doesn't fit in. She's 12, the rest of us are 16 and 17. It may not seem like a big difference but at our age it is. She's fine," shelby assured him. Scott smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, preacher," he whispered. SUddenly Frank was above them. "Hey, teach. 'Sup?" Scott asked. "Not your grades, Scott. So, until you have A's in every subject, keep your and Miss Merrick's personal conversations when you're not in class. Now, all of you open your social studies books to page 299. We'll be studying the French and Indian War today..."
Scott rolled his eyes and opened his book then looked back at Kristin. She was slumped back in her chair chewing gum and folding paper to make airplanes and origami. Her book was propped open.
Meanwhile...
The mans tepped out of his car on his freshly mowed lawn. His dirty blonde hair was spiked up and he was a clean-cut, handsome man. He smiled as his new four-year--old son Colt ran to him shrieking. "Daddy!"
Cole had been dropped off at the man's house just three months before while he was in rehab. Colt was hi ex-wifes and her new husbands son. They didn't want any more kids-he already had 4-she he agreed t take him.
Since he had been in rehab his girlfriend Leigh had taken care of him along with the 3-mointh-old son she had from her ex-husband. The baby was Samuel-Sammy. "What's Leigh and Sammy doing?" the man asked. "Leigh's doing hte dishes. I was helping but I heard your car so I ran out. Sammy is in his planpen." colt explained. "That's my boy. Has Sammy been good?" "No! He's been crying all day." "Ahh. I'm sure he's just not feeling well. Go help Leigh." "Okay, daddy."
The man watched Colt run in. He sighed and thought of his hidden past. His hidden children. Where they REALLY were-juvi hall and a school for dysfunctional teens.
The man was Kristin's father.
