Story 2: Greg
Part Oneback
I understood nothing. Why I was here, what I had to do, even who i was. I wanted to
-i really did, but i just thought to myself 'this is the best thing for all of us', because if
it wasn't...
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I get to the school alone; my sister is only seconds away. I'm walking down the hall
-alone, like a loser, when someone snatches the cigarette from behind my ear.
"Welcome back, Gregor. I thought you promiced me you were going to quit." My grandmother
is now walking beside me. I don't smoke at home, but here-i don't know why. Me and Kate have
this teasing thing going on, 'cus i'm maybe the only person who knows that she smokes.
"I will Mrs. Fleming." Then realizing i've forgotten my accent, i say the rest in the
British i've created for myself. "How's your husband."
She tells me he's fine and would crack on me for smoking while she sticks the cigarette
in her purse. She then informs me that Hamilton is now in school. 'Thank God' i thought i'd have
another uneventful semester. He's part of the reason i'm here.
"They grown up so fast don't they?" I joke and turn to the direction of my room hearing
her agreement behind me.
The room is kind of bare and primative.
"What a dump." I say to myself.
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My place at home-in my time, is great. I've moved out of Hamilton's house; i couldn't
stand it any longer. I only wish Katherine could have left him too. She shouldn't have to deal
with him. But...he won't let her leave. Maybe he thinks he'll never see her again, kinda like
he doesn't see me. But the past couple weeks have been pretty hecktic, and i haven't had time
for anyone.
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I walk down the stairs-why stay in my room?-and see this kid looking into a door. I stand
behind him and look at what he's gawking at.
It's my grandmother and that hairy teacher Finn. The kid backs up in shock, and i don't
like the scene much either. I'd suspected as much, but.... Then i just make a joke about it.
"And that would be: Introduction to grabbing the dean's wife's ass." I put my arm over
his shoulders.
"You're gonna pretend you never saw that." He looks pouty.
"Why?" I ask loudly. "This is summer sesson. Bikinis, martinis and lambourghinis." He
shushes me. "This fits right in." I continue. "Aw...what's the matter pweshis?"
I'm having fun here already. I threaten to knock and he flips out so i do...and run.
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This had been a learning experiance for me. I thought i'd be proving my father wrong,
not seeing what he'd always said was true. He's become distant from his mother because of an
affair she'd had, but i've always thought he was being parinoid.
My father-right about something? It just didn't seem possible. Since he'd been overcome
with grief, he's been really crazy, and i guessed this was just one of those things that he
couldn't understand. Maybe i could still prove him wrong.