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Chapter IV
Friday morning I get up early at 6:30 to go to school. I've gotten out of the school rhythm, kind of like when you're on holiday. I push off the covers, and get up yawning. I lazily walk to the window and look outside. Tomorrow we sell the house, my dad moves and we stay in a hotel for another two nights before each leaving each other alone. My father thinks I will come back with a mind no longer deranged in July or something. Ha! He's wrong. I'm no longer listening to his lectures at dinner; I listen to my mom when I walk to Dr. Grace's useless appointments. There's no use asking him questions about her anyway. Last night I tried.
"Dad, why don't you speak of mom before I leave?" I ask, looking straight into his boring dark brown eyes. On the other hand, I inherited my eyes from my mother. Green eyes. I don't know where else I got them from; none of my father's relatives have green eyes.
"Because I can't remember, It was twelve years ago, Rosa. Stop bugging me, I still have to stay up and work. Unlike you, I still have to wake up every day and go to work." My father replies, his eyes skimming the room, looking anywhere but me. Coward, I instantly think.
"Yes! BUT DAD? WHAT THE HELL! How can you not remember the name of the woman you had a child with? YOU MAKE NO SENSE DAD!" I scream, my voice getting higher until it is a high-pitched screech. I get up and run to my room. In the end, I wish my father had never found me, and then I would have just bled to death and everything would have been for the better.
Later that evening, I had arranged what I would wear to school the next day. Normally I would never care about those girly things. But 'normal' isn't a word in my vocabulary anymore. I don't know what is normal or not, a mother telepathically talking to me? A father who is amnesiac? A girl who has gone mental? Yeah, a girl who has gone mental, I confirm. Then, I was just pulling the covers over me, finding a comfortable position, when she spoke to me again.
Rosa Amiflora. It was the first time she spoke my full name. Do not be harsh on your father. He is really trying his best. I hid the truth from him. The truth you will soon make out, I'm sure. For the moment, stay alive.
Stay alive? Those were the only words I really remembered all night. I couldn't sleep, or if I did, it was restless sleep. Thoughts racing in mind, I breathed on the window and it stayed, and I found myself running late because I was drawing, annoyed when the drawings would fade away. I turned and faced my bed, noticing it was already 6:47 am. I rushed into the bathroom, threw my clothes off and took a warm shower.
My father banged on my bathroom door, saying something but with the sound of the water crashing around me, I only heard his voice muffled. I'm pretty sure he was telling me to hurry up, that I should to get to school. After the fall out yesterday, I'm sure he was guilty; and I wasn't sorry for him. He should be, I still don't get how it's possible my mother erased his memory? I mean, to the point of him not remembering her name, I was a little shocked.
At breakfast, my father was lecturing me again. "You will need to remain polite. You shouldn't tell any of the people at your school what really happened. You will say goodbye, and you won't take too long. I'm counting on you to take the bus home at your lunch break. I hope I can trust you. Don't do anything stupid. I'll be back with the buyer for one last tour of the house. Then you pack your last things in the boxes and the movers will come tomorrow morning early." I start to whine, wondering why on a Saturday we will have to wake up early! He goes on for a bit, but boredom over takes me and I stare into nothingness for a while before snapping back to reality. "Come on! Get in the car!" My dad screams from outside. I sit on the stairs fumbling with my laces. I jump outside, breathe in the nice air before the nasty air my school owns, and climb inside the front seat of the car.
We take forever to arrive at school. I'm not happy, so I sit with my arms folded. When I get out of the car, I look around at my school; thank God I won't need to be coming back here!
Thank the gods, Rosa. The Gods. My mother says in my mind.
I freeze, my hand on the door handle. The Gods? "Get out of the car! Your going to be late, and being late on your last day of school is highly disrespectful Rosa!" My father reminds me. I quickly move to action: getting out of the car, grabbing my bag and turning my head down so no one could see me. But of course, that never happens. Amy Watterson notices me first, then the rest of the grade see me. They walk in a crowd towards me. They all look like an army of mean kids, so I start running. I run past them, through the school's open glass front doors and I turn my head quickly trying to find an escape. The bathrooms! I dive into the nearest bathroom and lock myself in a stall. Seconds later someone comes in. I hear them pace around the sinks before saying, "Rosa. We saw you come in here! Why did you run away!" a girly voice says. I recognize it. Liv Smith. She sounds sorry for me, but I don't want pity. I don't want to get out, or she will beat me up or something. I don't think, because next thing I know I'm running again; running out of the bathroom, Liv tries to grab me but fails, then I run through the school to my homeroom, which would be soon starting. I turn my head around and find Liv running after me. She is not in my class, so she's going the wrong way. Let me take advantage of that.
I dash into my homeroom class and sit down at the nearest seat like nothing happened. Liv runs in after me, but then she notices it's not her class. Too bad my teacher notices too. "Excuse me, Liv, what are you doing in this class? You are in 7a. Please go to room 301, in case you forgot." Mr. Awnsley says coldly. Ha, I think proudly. She smirks at me, as if saying 'get you next time!' I smirk back, and she sees me. I'm reminding her there is no next time.
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