A/N: Firstly, Poolside Interests just broke 100 reviews! I'm so excited.
That's my first story to ever break 100. I guess it's a good thing that
that'll also be my first sequel. I am still reeling from that. It just made
my week. Thank you all so much for liking my life that much. I didn't think
it was that interesting. Heh. Although I feel my author's notes are getting
less and less interesting. Speaking of the sequel, I officially don't have
a name. I realized why I thought of it and I don't like that. I don't think
that's cool, so it's going to be changed. I don't know to what yet, though.
Soon. I have no idea what I am doing with this story anymore. I'm sorry. I
don't even know what the last chapter was about. Wow. I'm dumb. And just so
I can make this author's note longer, I just got back from seeing The
Laramie Project at my school. I'm still speechless. To all of them, even
though none of them read this, you did amazing! And it was my favorite play
even though I didn't get to work on it. By the way, reading old chapters, I
don't loathe this story as much as I once did. That's tres good.
Reviews:
OrangeCrush3: My only review in a long time that wasn't for previous stories. Rock on! Gracias. You get the Internet cookie of the week.
Chapter 10
~Sophomore Year~
Spending Thanksgiving with my mom isn't the greatest thing in the world, especially when I could be at Lizzie's, but it's a great town. It really could be worse.
So, I won't go into any of the mindless drabble that consists of a Gordon/McCracken (Harold's last name) Thanksgiving dinner. Football, gravy, cranberry sauce, turkey, yams, whatever else you want to add. It wasn't really that special and I didn't enjoy meeting people that I'd never see again.
When I returned to Hillridge, Dad asked me to come to a game with him. I'm not big on sports and I really didn't want to go, but somehow I ended up agreeing.
I think it's football. I'm not quite sure what type of sporting event we are seeing. I'll just say it's football.
It's something through his work, so all his colleagues will be there and it'll be fun.
We're at the game. I don't remember who won or who was winning when I let him down again, but our images were somehow appearing on the big screen along with his other colleagues and their sons.
All of the other duos stood and waved as messages passed, thanking Dad's firm for something.
He stood. I stayed seated.
He waved. I stared at the screen.
He whispered for me to stand. Begging me to stand.
I stayed where I was.
Disobeying him purely because I could. And only because I had nothing else to do.
Needless to say, I was treated how I asked to be treated for the rest of the week. I didn't exist.
A/N: I know. This is the shortest chapter I have ever, I repeat EVER written. And I am so incredibly sorry. I just don't know right now how to get past where I am and what to do. Guh. This is not good. If this becomes a How Did We Get Here?, it's getting deleted.
Reviews:
OrangeCrush3: My only review in a long time that wasn't for previous stories. Rock on! Gracias. You get the Internet cookie of the week.
Chapter 10
~Sophomore Year~
Spending Thanksgiving with my mom isn't the greatest thing in the world, especially when I could be at Lizzie's, but it's a great town. It really could be worse.
So, I won't go into any of the mindless drabble that consists of a Gordon/McCracken (Harold's last name) Thanksgiving dinner. Football, gravy, cranberry sauce, turkey, yams, whatever else you want to add. It wasn't really that special and I didn't enjoy meeting people that I'd never see again.
When I returned to Hillridge, Dad asked me to come to a game with him. I'm not big on sports and I really didn't want to go, but somehow I ended up agreeing.
I think it's football. I'm not quite sure what type of sporting event we are seeing. I'll just say it's football.
It's something through his work, so all his colleagues will be there and it'll be fun.
We're at the game. I don't remember who won or who was winning when I let him down again, but our images were somehow appearing on the big screen along with his other colleagues and their sons.
All of the other duos stood and waved as messages passed, thanking Dad's firm for something.
He stood. I stayed seated.
He waved. I stared at the screen.
He whispered for me to stand. Begging me to stand.
I stayed where I was.
Disobeying him purely because I could. And only because I had nothing else to do.
Needless to say, I was treated how I asked to be treated for the rest of the week. I didn't exist.
A/N: I know. This is the shortest chapter I have ever, I repeat EVER written. And I am so incredibly sorry. I just don't know right now how to get past where I am and what to do. Guh. This is not good. If this becomes a How Did We Get Here?, it's getting deleted.