Review guys! You're gonna like the next chapter. Intense! Oh and by the way, I like commas and Italics.
Now, I was sitting at the brown, mahogany kitchen table, attempting to do my homework and waiting for my Dad to come home. Except that I wasn't able to concentrate, so I was staring at the peach colored wall in front of me. OK, this change of scenery every three seconds really had to stop. I was in eight grade now, about 13. My wardrobe now consisted of darker clothing. I guess I realized that bright colored clothes were obnoxious by now. I wore jeans and a black T-shirt, but my hair was still brown and shaggy. The wall just fascinated me for some reason. It was probably an excuse not to do homework, but whatever. Here I was again. Another scenario. But why? What was so great about this day? It was making sense now, I was going through all the important events that happened in my life. But was I dead? Was I on my way to Heaven? Or was I just dreaming? Maybe I never was stabbed. Was I sleeping? I could think like a seventeen year old, but I was stuck in a thirteen year old's body. Why was this day significant? It was as if I was trapped in some sort of puzzle that was impossible to piece together. I heard a key jingle and unlock the front door. Then, the front door creaked open.
"Hey, Eli," I heard my Dad call as he walked down the hallway. "How was school?" He asked, now he was standing in the doorway.
"Well, it was…school. We learned stuff." I guess I aquired my sarcasm by this age. He chuckled and put down his briefcase. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Why are you so happy? Did ya win the lottery or something?" I asked, baffled. Sure, he was happy when he came home to see me, but he seemed ecstatic today. His eyes lit up.
"Well today I was promoted.." he stopped short.
"That's great, Dad. Are we gonna live in a mansion now?"
He let out a laugh, "No son, well the job is in Toronto." Toronto? That meant we were moving? But I lived in this house all my life. We couldn't just leave! I was finally making friends at my school, Plus, it was the middle of the school year.
"W-When?" I found myself asking.
"As soon as you finish eight grade. Toronto has two great high schools, Brandywood and Degrassi. I'll let you choose were you want to go." Huh, I guess a change of scenery would be nice and I could finally get away from Bobby. I vowed to myself that I would never let anyone bully me again. But we lived here with Mom and Lucy, this house had sentimental value, right?
"Ok Dad, I'll go, but that doesn't mean I'll like it." I could see the happiness on my dad's face. "But there's one more thing, I'll be working a lot more. It's a big job."
"Yeah, sure Dad, whatever." Then it hit me, once we moved to Toronto, my dad stopped spending time with me. He was always working and our relationship disintegrated. But, I obviously didn't know that now. All I seemed to care about was a new house and how I could decorate my room.
"Do I get a big room? Could I fit my skate ramp into it?" I was still young and naïve. My dad just laughed and started down the hallway, and up the stairs. I guess that was that. But for some reason, I didn't object to this memory. There was nothing I wanted to change. I did eventually like living in Toronto, even though my dad would pretty much ignore my existence. Little did I know then, my realtionship with him would become weak in a year and he would no longer be the most important person in my life.
