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Chapter Six: I…I'm a doctor
Shawn Hunter made his way up the familiar path to the Mathews' house. He practically grew up in this house, and so many of his childhood memories were made here. He looks up at the tree he climbed with Cory, the very same tree he once used to sneak out of the house. He sees the familiar white picket fence, and has to stop to remember why Mr. Feeny isn't outside gardening. He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens the door. Seated in front of him, around the kitchen table, are all the people who had made such a difference in his life. He drops his bag, and runs to his best friend, the man he has not spoken to in fifteen years. They exchange a fond hug, and then he in turn hugs everyone in this room. Suddenly, in walks Jonathon Turner, the man who had always been so kind to him, the man who had given him a home when no one else wanted him, the man who had been the best father Shawn had ever had. Shawn looks into this mans eyes, and knows that Jonathon Turner must never know what a failure he had turned into.
Shawn takes a seat at the table, and begins drinking a cup of coffee. The conversation is mainly about Mr. Feeny's condition, but it takes the turn Shawn has been dreading when they begin to discuss what they've been up to.
"So Shawn, how you been?" asks Cory.
"I've been uh…good," Replies Shawn.
"Well Shawn, tell us about your life. Is there a lady in it?" asks Amy.
"No, I'm still going single," replies Shawn, hating the feeling of being interrogated.
"Well, what about your job? What did you make of yourself? Doctor, lawyer, teacher?" asks Jon eagerly.
"Actually, um, I'm, um, a, um, doctor. Ya, that's it, a doctor!" says Shawn, hoping no one had noticed his hesitation. "Actually, I'm a brain Surgeon!" says Shawn, who figures if your going to lie, you might as well REALLY lie.
The conversation continues, as a feeling of guilt envelopes Shawn. He can't look anyone in the eye. Especially Turner. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Shawn bursts.
"I'm not a brain surgeon, ok! I don't have a job! I'm single because I chased Angela away with my alcoholism! I'm an alcoholic! Now won't everyone just leave me alone!"
Shawn looks up, and sees the disappointed eyes of Jonathon Turner staring at him. A single tear slides down Shawn's face, and he wipes it away, hoping no one saw.