AN: Based on true events. The guy that Steve is based on actually went
through this. Halfway through, it'll be turned over to Jim because Steve
won't be able to really relate to what's going on. This takes place
somewhere after the trip. I'd also appreciate some ideas on the next
storyline between the "Road Trip" and the uh... next part. Please email me
or tell me via review. I need ideas!
Chapter 14
Steve: Failure?
"What is my dad doing here?" I asked Jim. He walked past me, wearing his grimy electrician's suit. I asked him.
"Your History teacher wants to talk to me," he said.
Oh, no.
History was the one class I was failing. If he was going to talk with the teacher...
"Hey, man, why is your dad here?" asked Goliath.
"I'm screwed," was all I could say.
"What?" asked Jim.
I repeated my wonderfully insightful statement.
"Why?" asked Carol.
"My dad's here. He's talking to Coach Flint." Flint was the History teacher. He was also one of the football coaches.
"What for?" asked Isaac.
"I'm failing History."
"Is that it?" asked Jim.
"Yeah, but..." My voice cracked. "He said that if I fail another class, I'm gonna have to transfer schools."
"Dude, you can't leave!"
"Tell that to my dad."
The five minute bell rang. "I gotta get to Science," said Jim. He went downstairs.
Everyone else went their separate ways. I was left in the hallways as they cleared out. I slowly walked to the closed door of the History classroom, which opened.
"Why didn't you tell me you were failing?" yelled my dad.
"I didn't know till I got my report card at the nine weeks," I said.
"But you had to have known that you had, say, a 58!"
"I didn't!"
"Flint says that you haven't been turning in assignments!"
"I lose them!"
"Don't you lie to me, boy!" He struck me on the side of the face.
"I'm not!"
He hit me again.
I was crying by this time. "I'm... s-s-sorry..." I stuttered. I could barely get the words out.
The tardy bell had already rung by the time my dad let me go to class. I sat down in English.
"Why are you late, Mr. Vaughan?" asked the teacher.
"I was talking to my dad," I said. I tried not to let tears flow again.
"What happened?" asked Isaac next to me, noticing the tear-streaks and the slap marks on my face.
"I have to go to public school."
* * *
"Man, this stinks!" said Jim. "They can't send you away!"
"My parents can't afford to keep me here if I'm not making good grades," I said.
"We'll help! If you ever need help, just ask us! You can keep your grade up in History. Just keep trying," said Maya.
"Yeah," said everyone else.
"Well, if I don't come back on Monday, you know where to find me."
* * *
"Carol, if he doesn't come back..." I said.
"Shut it, Jim!"
"But you need to confess your undying love for him before he leaves!"
"SHUT UP!" she shouted, but she knew I was right.
"If he's not back Monday, I'll call him."
"But then, he'll have to confess his feelings to Diana."
Diana was a year older than we were. It was strange that Steve liked her, but he did. She was nice, I guess, but a little strange. Come to think of it, so was Steve.
"Ha, ha. Very funny."
We were in fifth period History. It was Friday afternoon, right after lunch. Ever since I had found out that Carol liked Steve, I had teased her about it.
"So, what do you think his reaction will be when he finds out?"
"ARGH!" She ignored me for the rest of the period.
I smiled. I knew she was just kidding.
* * *
Monday morning.
The big moment had come.
Steve walked up the stairs like nothing had ever happened. He went straight to his locker and opened it.
"You're alive!" said Maya.
"Yeah, my parents were nice for a change and gave me another chance. I'm gonna work on my History hard. If my grades slip, I'll let you know. Well, now I won't have to hide out at my next door neighbor Devin's house."
AN: That took me... around thirty minutes. Unlike SOME PEOPLE, I can type a chapter quickly. I still need ideas, so send 'em in! Sorry it's so short, but this was kind of just a space-filler.
Chapter 14
Steve: Failure?
"What is my dad doing here?" I asked Jim. He walked past me, wearing his grimy electrician's suit. I asked him.
"Your History teacher wants to talk to me," he said.
Oh, no.
History was the one class I was failing. If he was going to talk with the teacher...
"Hey, man, why is your dad here?" asked Goliath.
"I'm screwed," was all I could say.
"What?" asked Jim.
I repeated my wonderfully insightful statement.
"Why?" asked Carol.
"My dad's here. He's talking to Coach Flint." Flint was the History teacher. He was also one of the football coaches.
"What for?" asked Isaac.
"I'm failing History."
"Is that it?" asked Jim.
"Yeah, but..." My voice cracked. "He said that if I fail another class, I'm gonna have to transfer schools."
"Dude, you can't leave!"
"Tell that to my dad."
The five minute bell rang. "I gotta get to Science," said Jim. He went downstairs.
Everyone else went their separate ways. I was left in the hallways as they cleared out. I slowly walked to the closed door of the History classroom, which opened.
"Why didn't you tell me you were failing?" yelled my dad.
"I didn't know till I got my report card at the nine weeks," I said.
"But you had to have known that you had, say, a 58!"
"I didn't!"
"Flint says that you haven't been turning in assignments!"
"I lose them!"
"Don't you lie to me, boy!" He struck me on the side of the face.
"I'm not!"
He hit me again.
I was crying by this time. "I'm... s-s-sorry..." I stuttered. I could barely get the words out.
The tardy bell had already rung by the time my dad let me go to class. I sat down in English.
"Why are you late, Mr. Vaughan?" asked the teacher.
"I was talking to my dad," I said. I tried not to let tears flow again.
"What happened?" asked Isaac next to me, noticing the tear-streaks and the slap marks on my face.
"I have to go to public school."
* * *
"Man, this stinks!" said Jim. "They can't send you away!"
"My parents can't afford to keep me here if I'm not making good grades," I said.
"We'll help! If you ever need help, just ask us! You can keep your grade up in History. Just keep trying," said Maya.
"Yeah," said everyone else.
"Well, if I don't come back on Monday, you know where to find me."
* * *
"Carol, if he doesn't come back..." I said.
"Shut it, Jim!"
"But you need to confess your undying love for him before he leaves!"
"SHUT UP!" she shouted, but she knew I was right.
"If he's not back Monday, I'll call him."
"But then, he'll have to confess his feelings to Diana."
Diana was a year older than we were. It was strange that Steve liked her, but he did. She was nice, I guess, but a little strange. Come to think of it, so was Steve.
"Ha, ha. Very funny."
We were in fifth period History. It was Friday afternoon, right after lunch. Ever since I had found out that Carol liked Steve, I had teased her about it.
"So, what do you think his reaction will be when he finds out?"
"ARGH!" She ignored me for the rest of the period.
I smiled. I knew she was just kidding.
* * *
Monday morning.
The big moment had come.
Steve walked up the stairs like nothing had ever happened. He went straight to his locker and opened it.
"You're alive!" said Maya.
"Yeah, my parents were nice for a change and gave me another chance. I'm gonna work on my History hard. If my grades slip, I'll let you know. Well, now I won't have to hide out at my next door neighbor Devin's house."
AN: That took me... around thirty minutes. Unlike SOME PEOPLE, I can type a chapter quickly. I still need ideas, so send 'em in! Sorry it's so short, but this was kind of just a space-filler.