Authors Note: Hey guys this is a joint fic between myself and AbbyLockhart2. Its about Abby, and Carter and well if I went into anymore detail it would give the story away. Just read it and hit that nice little review button. LOL, just give the story a chance.
"Hey baby," I walked into the kitchen looking sleepily at my nine year old who had parked himself on the stool and was eating a bowl of cereal. "Hi mom." He said through mouthfuls of coco puffs. I walk lazily over to the coffee machine and flick the switch to start the coffee. "I'm going to have a quick shower call me when that's done okay?" I yawn. He nods at me. I begin to drag my self to the bathroom when I hear him call me "Oh mom..." I stop and looked at him,
"Yeah?" I knew something was up like he needs something from me.
"Can you sign my report card?" He hesitates, pulling the crinkled piece of paper out of his blue jean pockets. I am surprised he can actually reach his pockets with out bending over completely, since he wears his pants so low. I watch him as he slowly brings the paper towards me and then runs back to his stool. I open it, "Bryce...You are grounded." I say firmly. "MOM!" He protests.
"No... 3 C's and a D. How do you ever plan to get anywhere with grades like this." I say walking over to the counter find a pen. "Mom, I'm not even ten yet, I'm in the first 3 months of grade 5, I have time to improve. This nothing to ground me over."
"Well with grades like this you won't make it to ten." I say scribbling my name on the paper. "I'm calling for a parent teacher interview after work today," I start.
"Mom, come on." He argues.
"If you keep this up I'll be calling now. Go get your back pack ready wash your face, and pull up your pants." I holler at him as he sulkily makes his way through the tiny apartment to his bedroom. I love my son, but he's got to pick it up in school. These marks surprise me, they told me last year he could be gifted and now this behaviour. He has started to hang out with the wrong crowd. He's only nine and he is hanging out with the grade 7 and 8's. Maybe if his father was around he would have someone to look up to. Never mind I don't want him looking up to Richard. He just needs a strong male influence right now. In other news I start my first day at work today, well my new job. I match as a resident at county general. I am nervous, really nervous. I can't have my son, here alone and be watched by the neighbour as originally planned because I don't know what he will do. But I can guarantee it will not be homework. I notice I have been standing in the kitchen thinking for a while and here the coffee maker boil a bit, I rush over and grab my coffee bringing it to the bathroom with me. I have and hour to shower, get dressed and go to work, and make sure my son gets to his school. This will definitely be a long day.
I rush out of the bathroom, I finished my make up and hair in 30 minutes and now have 30 minutes to get myself and my son to our rightful places. "Bryce!" I holler at him. I see him drag himself out of his room. His pants seem lower then they did before, they probably are. He has a blue sweater on which covers his boxers more then the red Ecko shirt he has on underneath so I guess all I can do is pray he keeps it on all day. "Lets go!" He mopes to the front door putting his shoes on. He is tiny like I am, about 4 foot'5, he has sandy blond hair and big blue eyes. He reaches over and grabs his black snow hat off the couch pulling it over his head and smiling at me. I walk over wrapping my arms around him hugging him tightly. He pushes me off after awhile. I open the door and we start our short trip to the EL station. "Okay, so after school instead of coming home I want you to go to county." I heard a groan coming from him. "MOM!" He whines.
"How am I suppose to know that you are doing your homework if I don't monitor you closely." I said as we made our way to the stop. We both stuck our cards in and made our way to the top of the stairs to wait for the train.
"Mom I really think you should trust me on this." He said looking at me with pleading eyes and placing his hand on his chest. "Prove your worth trusting."
"Bah, mom. I'm ten in a month I think I should be able to come home by myself. Its not hard." He explained.
"Its not that you can't get home, its what you do when your home." "I can't believe this, you take my right to stay home after 3 months." He said kicking the ground angrily. "Bryce, this is nonnegotiable." He stamped his foot as the train pulled in. I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing onto his sweater so we would not get separated through the stampede. We got on the train finding to seats beside each other. "I hope this place isn't a shit hole." He hisses.
"Bryce, your going to be grounded for a month if you don't get rid of this attitude."
"You know I bet dad wouldn't care about my pants, my grades or the people I hang out with." He says in a huff.
"And is that what you want, someone who doesn't care about you?" I fume looking him squarely in the eye, so he couldn't say yes.
"No!" He answers weakly.
"Okay," I said then turned towards him. "Bryce, I love you. I just want the best for you, and its hard sometimes. I don't have anyone else to help me. You don't have a father, or a father figure. I know you like the people you hang out with, but don't forget the people from last year. What happened to those boys they were all very nice. You are still young your not even ten I don't want you in any gangs, or into anything like smoking or drinking."
"I know mom." He said getting up. I walked out with him and we walked to the next stop, where he left for school and I switched trains to go to my new job.
"Hey baby," I walked into the kitchen looking sleepily at my nine year old who had parked himself on the stool and was eating a bowl of cereal. "Hi mom." He said through mouthfuls of coco puffs. I walk lazily over to the coffee machine and flick the switch to start the coffee. "I'm going to have a quick shower call me when that's done okay?" I yawn. He nods at me. I begin to drag my self to the bathroom when I hear him call me "Oh mom..." I stop and looked at him,
"Yeah?" I knew something was up like he needs something from me.
"Can you sign my report card?" He hesitates, pulling the crinkled piece of paper out of his blue jean pockets. I am surprised he can actually reach his pockets with out bending over completely, since he wears his pants so low. I watch him as he slowly brings the paper towards me and then runs back to his stool. I open it, "Bryce...You are grounded." I say firmly. "MOM!" He protests.
"No... 3 C's and a D. How do you ever plan to get anywhere with grades like this." I say walking over to the counter find a pen. "Mom, I'm not even ten yet, I'm in the first 3 months of grade 5, I have time to improve. This nothing to ground me over."
"Well with grades like this you won't make it to ten." I say scribbling my name on the paper. "I'm calling for a parent teacher interview after work today," I start.
"Mom, come on." He argues.
"If you keep this up I'll be calling now. Go get your back pack ready wash your face, and pull up your pants." I holler at him as he sulkily makes his way through the tiny apartment to his bedroom. I love my son, but he's got to pick it up in school. These marks surprise me, they told me last year he could be gifted and now this behaviour. He has started to hang out with the wrong crowd. He's only nine and he is hanging out with the grade 7 and 8's. Maybe if his father was around he would have someone to look up to. Never mind I don't want him looking up to Richard. He just needs a strong male influence right now. In other news I start my first day at work today, well my new job. I match as a resident at county general. I am nervous, really nervous. I can't have my son, here alone and be watched by the neighbour as originally planned because I don't know what he will do. But I can guarantee it will not be homework. I notice I have been standing in the kitchen thinking for a while and here the coffee maker boil a bit, I rush over and grab my coffee bringing it to the bathroom with me. I have and hour to shower, get dressed and go to work, and make sure my son gets to his school. This will definitely be a long day.
I rush out of the bathroom, I finished my make up and hair in 30 minutes and now have 30 minutes to get myself and my son to our rightful places. "Bryce!" I holler at him. I see him drag himself out of his room. His pants seem lower then they did before, they probably are. He has a blue sweater on which covers his boxers more then the red Ecko shirt he has on underneath so I guess all I can do is pray he keeps it on all day. "Lets go!" He mopes to the front door putting his shoes on. He is tiny like I am, about 4 foot'5, he has sandy blond hair and big blue eyes. He reaches over and grabs his black snow hat off the couch pulling it over his head and smiling at me. I walk over wrapping my arms around him hugging him tightly. He pushes me off after awhile. I open the door and we start our short trip to the EL station. "Okay, so after school instead of coming home I want you to go to county." I heard a groan coming from him. "MOM!" He whines.
"How am I suppose to know that you are doing your homework if I don't monitor you closely." I said as we made our way to the stop. We both stuck our cards in and made our way to the top of the stairs to wait for the train.
"Mom I really think you should trust me on this." He said looking at me with pleading eyes and placing his hand on his chest. "Prove your worth trusting."
"Bah, mom. I'm ten in a month I think I should be able to come home by myself. Its not hard." He explained.
"Its not that you can't get home, its what you do when your home." "I can't believe this, you take my right to stay home after 3 months." He said kicking the ground angrily. "Bryce, this is nonnegotiable." He stamped his foot as the train pulled in. I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing onto his sweater so we would not get separated through the stampede. We got on the train finding to seats beside each other. "I hope this place isn't a shit hole." He hisses.
"Bryce, your going to be grounded for a month if you don't get rid of this attitude."
"You know I bet dad wouldn't care about my pants, my grades or the people I hang out with." He says in a huff.
"And is that what you want, someone who doesn't care about you?" I fume looking him squarely in the eye, so he couldn't say yes.
"No!" He answers weakly.
"Okay," I said then turned towards him. "Bryce, I love you. I just want the best for you, and its hard sometimes. I don't have anyone else to help me. You don't have a father, or a father figure. I know you like the people you hang out with, but don't forget the people from last year. What happened to those boys they were all very nice. You are still young your not even ten I don't want you in any gangs, or into anything like smoking or drinking."
"I know mom." He said getting up. I walked out with him and we walked to the next stop, where he left for school and I switched trains to go to my new job.