Chapter 5 – Leaving
This was a good question. Simon wasn't good at lying. Why had he told his mom he was going to ride with Sid when he was packing a bag? He wished he really could ride off with Sid and not have to face his mom. So Simon went inside. Sid had decided it was better he just left, and did so. Simon would probably never see him again. Why had he let him go? If he really liked him he should have asked him to stay. They could explain to his parents together how they felt about each other.
Oh shit, it's Ruthie. "Was that Chandler…Hampton?"
"No. It wasn't." Simon didn't feel like dealing with her right now. They used to be inseparable, they did everything together. Now Simon dreaded running into her. She seemed to never have anything better to do than figure out what someone was hiding.
"So who was it then?"
"If you have to know it was his twin brother, Sid. He was going to take me for a ride but mom said he couldn't, okay?" Simon lost any patience he had with the girl and yelled out the last part. His mom came down the stairs to see what it was all about.
"Did Sid leave?" Moms can ask stupid questions sometimes. His leaving was probably audible throughout the neighborhood.
"Yeah. He did. He left. Without me!" Simon didn't think he meant to say the last part. But maybe she wouldn't catch it. He was angry with her for not letting him go for a ride.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm stuck here with you." Simon knew he would regret talking like that to his mother, but he was angry and sad at the same time, and was confused, too. He didn't fell like talking to her right now anyway.
"Yes, stuck here without phone or TV. You're on restriction for speaking to me like that."
"Fine! I'll be in my room, then. Bye." Great, not only was he stuck here, he had managed to get himself on restriction. Stupid bitch, what did she know. Who the hell was he going to call anyway. He had no friends and he didn't know the number where Sid was going back to. The only person he sometimes called was Cecilia. Another stupid bitch. But she wanted him. And he thought he wanted her. But look where that had got him.
So Simon stayed in his room. He didn't have anything to do. He'd done his homework at school yesterday. He sat home alone Saturday night. He could be out with Sid. Yeah, if his mom didn't ground him and if Sid were still here.
A little past eight his dad came up to his room with a plate of food. "Can I come in? You didn't come down for dinner." No answer. "Simon, you in there?" Still no answer. Eric decided to just go in; he was either asleep or didn't want to answer. What is up with him lately?
Eric was quite surprised at what he saw next, or rather what he didn't see. Simon was nowhere to be seen, and on his bed was a note.
Mom,
Dad, Lucy, Ruthie, Sam, and David,
I can't take it anymore. You guys don't know me at all.
I am not the person you thought I was. I left because I
know you will not accept me for who I am now. Well
I guess I always was like this, I just didn't know it either.
I had to leave. Don't try to find me because I don't even
know where I'm going.
~Simon
Writer's note: Hey. Sorry it's been awhile, I just didn't know what I was going to do. Sorry it's short but I had to get something out before you forgot about it. It came out kind of weird. If any of you have ideas please review and/or e-mail me: robby42@musician.org Thanks for reading, and good luck with your own writing. See ya.