Chapter 2.
The weekend was a bore. Lynz was away visiting family and frank was stuck in his house. It was Sunday night went Franks mum got the phone call. Frank listened through the door, his mum was mumbling so he could hear jack shit.
"Yes, of course I'll have a word now. Thank you Mr Way." Franks mum said loud enough for frank to hear, he wondered why Mr Way was calling his mum. Then it hit him. The phone call must have been about what happen on Friday. Without a second thought Frank flew the kitchen door open and ran though, planning a quick excuse to get him out of the mess he knew was about to come.
"Ah, Frank you know it's rude to listen to my phone calls." Linda Iero placed the phone on the kitchen counter and turned to face her son. "That was your art teacher; he says you're doing very well." Franks heart leaps, so the phone call wasn't what he thought. "He wants to know why you haven't given the letter back of the art trip."
"Oh. I forgot to tell you. It's just too some galleries, didn't think it was worth it..." Frank shrugs his shoulders and walks over to the coffee machine.
"Hm. He said it was best if you go, so I told him I would go in and sign the paper work Monday before you leave." She smiles and walks over to the fridge. "You don't mind do you honey?"
"Urm, not its fine I guess." Frank shrugs and walks out the room with his mug of coffee. "I guess I'll go pack."
"Don't forget its only 4 days honey. Don't pack too much." Linda's voice floated out the door and followed Frank up the stairs.
"Lynz, What the fuck." Frank pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder as he held two t-shirts in front of him.
"Stop with the moaning dumb ass. You get to spend 4 days with Mr Way and me. What's so bad about it?"
"Maybe the fact there's gonna be the rest of our class there." He frowns and throws the black flag top into his bag.
"So what. Stop complaining arse wipe." He could hear Lynz chuckling, and a few loud thuds.
"What the fuck are you doing? Beating someone up?" He laughs and spreads himself on his bed.
"No, my bag won't close, don't suppose you could come sit on it?"
"I think I'll pass. See ya tomorrow Lynz."
"Humph. Yea whatever." He hangs up and stairs at the ceiling, maybe the trip won't be so bad frank thought though the many possible ways he could wind Mr Way up and still get away with it.
"Should be okay." He mumbled and turned his lamp out welcoming the darkness.
If only frank knew then how his whole world was about to change.