I walked through the school hallway, with nothing on my mind except how badly I didn't want it to be Monday. I hated Mondays with a passion, because you had the entire week to look ahead at. It was horrible. Keeping my head up, I walked into my History class. My first class of the day, and I hated it. Maybe if the teacher wasn't so boring, it might actually be neat. I walked to my desk, sneaking a look at Tina on my way. I don't think she saw me. She was my best friend, but for some reason, I didn't like the fact that she had a bond with Danny. I don't know how far they took that bond or what they said to eachother or how they felt, but I didn't like it. She had known about Danny's father. SHE HAD. A complete stranger to him! I was his flesh and blood! Well, kind of. Half way. At any rate, I was pissed off at her, so I stopped thinking about her and started to think about Daniel. My father said that only my mother could tell me the stories of her and Daniel. My father was referring to him as Danny, but it would confuse me, so I still call him Daniel, and will til the day I die. My thoughts were broken as Mr. Curtis entered the room, immediately starting to ramble. "Open your notebooks. You're going to take notes on the Holocaust." I sighed and did as he said.
I sat my books and bag down at the lunch table infront of Brenda and Amelia, who were already eating. "Hello, McCawley." Brenda said. "Hello, Robinson." "Aren't you gonna eat?" I looked up at Amelia. "Naw, not hungry today, ladies." They both shrugged and began eating their food once more. I sighed and opened my Holocaust book. I had a test tomorrow and they weren't offering much conversation, so why not? I was trying to read, but all I could concentrate on was the constant sound of chewing. Eew. That is, until another figure sat down beside me. Tina. I glared and smiled, coldly. "Hi." She offered the same. "Hi," I hated being such a jealous person. I really didn't want to feel this way toward her, but what else could I do? "So, I'm assuming you found out?" I nodded, not taking my eyes off of the book. She laughed. "Shcoking, isn't it?" I moved my glance towards her. "What?" "He's not even your real brother. Who would've thought?" Brenda and Amelia casually looked up from their food, but then returned to it. "Tina, I'd appreciate it if--" "All I'm going to say is this: thank God I don't have a family like yours." I shut my book. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Before she could answer, Danny sat down on the other side of me. "Hey, Becky? Do you think that if I asked him, Rafe would come in and talk to my history class?" I shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. Why?" "Because we're learning about the Doolittle Raid, and so I thought that maybe--" He was cut off by Tina, who was clearing her throat. I rolled my eyes and looked at her, as if asking her what she wanted. "Danny?" "Yeah?" "Aren't you going to sit over here?" She asked, sounding like a snob. He shrugged and shook his head. "Nope, have no reason," She glared at me, while Brenda and Amelia were trying not to laugh. "So, anyway. I thought that maybe he could come talk to my class or something." I nodded. "He probably wi--" Tina stood up, and began to purposely talk loud, meaning for the entire cafeteria to hear her. "AS I was saying, I would hate to live with your family, BECKY MCCAWLEY," I shut my eyes. "Simply because, I *know* there has to be some weird happening with your dad. After all, to have lost his best friend to the Japanese, must be tough. Must have scarred him life. His shit must have leaked out to you, because you're anything but stable." I opened my eyes, to see Brenda and Amelia giving me an odd look. "Hey, uh, Tina? You want to shut up now?" Danny asked. She ignored him. "And growing up with a mother like that. Neither of her children have the same father, ladies and gentlemen," The kids in the cafeteria started snickering. Brenda and Amelia just gawked at Danny and I. "Better make sure your fathers are where they're supposed to be tonight. Better make sure they don't succomb to that floozy." That was it. She called my mother a floozy. That BITCH. I stood up as fast as I could and punched the living shit out of her. She stood up and looked at me, her nose bleeding. "You wanna say anything else about my mother?" Without a word, she punched me across the face. It stung, but I was gonna hit her again. Until Danny stepped infront of me. "Tina, come on. Both of you. This is bullshit!" The kids were cheering us on now. Tina pushed him out of the way and slugged me down again, but not before I got one good claw at her face. Eew, there was skin in my red nails now. "McCawley, Donner! Stop this instant!" I looked up to see the Principal walking towards us. I was in for it. But, hey. It was worth it.
"...and I mean, that's just not fair. So, I hit her." I sat in the kitchen chair, holding an ice pack to my bruising cheek while telling my parents the story. My father paced, snickering. "Rebecca, I'm going to tell you something that was said to me," I kept my fasce focused on the wall, but my eyes were on him. "That's BULLSHIT," I jumped. Did he really have to scream in my ear. Then he started laughing. Ok, I now know my family is crazy. "But, it's good bullshit." "Um, yes, sir." I stuttered. What was I supposed to say to that? He then shook his head. "Nevermind this little thing. How would you like to come flying?" I gave him an odd look. "But Daddy, I thought the doctor told you not to fly anymore." He laughed and smiled at me. "Since when do I lsiten to those damned medical 'experts', Rebecca?" I smiled and looked down. This man was so awesome. My mother just shot him an evil glare. She was a nurse, a medical "expert"; she was allowed.
I looked at the clouds, as they circled around me. Still so close to earth, yet so far away. Like I said, I feel nothing when I'm in a plane. It was gorgeous scenery. The clouds, the sunset, the farm...it was great. I realized that this would [probably be the last flight I would ever take with my father, so I cherished it. Every single minute until the second we landed, I used for something.
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a/n: not the end...sorry if this has gotten cheesy, and sorry it took so lnog to update..i was out of town.
I sat my books and bag down at the lunch table infront of Brenda and Amelia, who were already eating. "Hello, McCawley." Brenda said. "Hello, Robinson." "Aren't you gonna eat?" I looked up at Amelia. "Naw, not hungry today, ladies." They both shrugged and began eating their food once more. I sighed and opened my Holocaust book. I had a test tomorrow and they weren't offering much conversation, so why not? I was trying to read, but all I could concentrate on was the constant sound of chewing. Eew. That is, until another figure sat down beside me. Tina. I glared and smiled, coldly. "Hi." She offered the same. "Hi," I hated being such a jealous person. I really didn't want to feel this way toward her, but what else could I do? "So, I'm assuming you found out?" I nodded, not taking my eyes off of the book. She laughed. "Shcoking, isn't it?" I moved my glance towards her. "What?" "He's not even your real brother. Who would've thought?" Brenda and Amelia casually looked up from their food, but then returned to it. "Tina, I'd appreciate it if--" "All I'm going to say is this: thank God I don't have a family like yours." I shut my book. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Before she could answer, Danny sat down on the other side of me. "Hey, Becky? Do you think that if I asked him, Rafe would come in and talk to my history class?" I shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. Why?" "Because we're learning about the Doolittle Raid, and so I thought that maybe--" He was cut off by Tina, who was clearing her throat. I rolled my eyes and looked at her, as if asking her what she wanted. "Danny?" "Yeah?" "Aren't you going to sit over here?" She asked, sounding like a snob. He shrugged and shook his head. "Nope, have no reason," She glared at me, while Brenda and Amelia were trying not to laugh. "So, anyway. I thought that maybe he could come talk to my class or something." I nodded. "He probably wi--" Tina stood up, and began to purposely talk loud, meaning for the entire cafeteria to hear her. "AS I was saying, I would hate to live with your family, BECKY MCCAWLEY," I shut my eyes. "Simply because, I *know* there has to be some weird happening with your dad. After all, to have lost his best friend to the Japanese, must be tough. Must have scarred him life. His shit must have leaked out to you, because you're anything but stable." I opened my eyes, to see Brenda and Amelia giving me an odd look. "Hey, uh, Tina? You want to shut up now?" Danny asked. She ignored him. "And growing up with a mother like that. Neither of her children have the same father, ladies and gentlemen," The kids in the cafeteria started snickering. Brenda and Amelia just gawked at Danny and I. "Better make sure your fathers are where they're supposed to be tonight. Better make sure they don't succomb to that floozy." That was it. She called my mother a floozy. That BITCH. I stood up as fast as I could and punched the living shit out of her. She stood up and looked at me, her nose bleeding. "You wanna say anything else about my mother?" Without a word, she punched me across the face. It stung, but I was gonna hit her again. Until Danny stepped infront of me. "Tina, come on. Both of you. This is bullshit!" The kids were cheering us on now. Tina pushed him out of the way and slugged me down again, but not before I got one good claw at her face. Eew, there was skin in my red nails now. "McCawley, Donner! Stop this instant!" I looked up to see the Principal walking towards us. I was in for it. But, hey. It was worth it.
"...and I mean, that's just not fair. So, I hit her." I sat in the kitchen chair, holding an ice pack to my bruising cheek while telling my parents the story. My father paced, snickering. "Rebecca, I'm going to tell you something that was said to me," I kept my fasce focused on the wall, but my eyes were on him. "That's BULLSHIT," I jumped. Did he really have to scream in my ear. Then he started laughing. Ok, I now know my family is crazy. "But, it's good bullshit." "Um, yes, sir." I stuttered. What was I supposed to say to that? He then shook his head. "Nevermind this little thing. How would you like to come flying?" I gave him an odd look. "But Daddy, I thought the doctor told you not to fly anymore." He laughed and smiled at me. "Since when do I lsiten to those damned medical 'experts', Rebecca?" I smiled and looked down. This man was so awesome. My mother just shot him an evil glare. She was a nurse, a medical "expert"; she was allowed.
I looked at the clouds, as they circled around me. Still so close to earth, yet so far away. Like I said, I feel nothing when I'm in a plane. It was gorgeous scenery. The clouds, the sunset, the farm...it was great. I realized that this would [probably be the last flight I would ever take with my father, so I cherished it. Every single minute until the second we landed, I used for something.
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a/n: not the end...sorry if this has gotten cheesy, and sorry it took so lnog to update..i was out of town.