KNOCK KNOCK
The knock on my door awakened me from my deep sleep. As I sat up in my bed, I remembered happily the events of the night before.
Me and Lizzie.
However, my happy thoughts were banished from my mind when Mike entered the room.
"A play?" he yelled at me. "What do you think I am? Stupid?"
"I'm sorry?"
"The community center did not even have their play this weekend. It is next weekend. However, I do know that your high school homecoming was this weekend."
I sat on my bed, silently listening to all that my stepfather accused me of.
"I know you went, probably with Lizzie, and you came in late last night."
I wiped the sleep from my eyes, and could not take any more of this.
"Yeah, I did go. With Lizzie, who is my GIRLFRIEND. And I came in before curfew, for your information."
"That is why, young man, you are grounded. I am taking away your car, and you will be staying in your room during the weekend. On weekdays, you will only be going to school and work."
"How will I get to school then?" I challenged him.
"This bus," he replied and walked out of my room, slamming the door.
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Lizzie and I walked through the school hand in hand the next monday.
"So I will see you tomorrow, I guess," I said, smiling.
"I guess."
"Ciao, bella," I said as I departed, and started towards the bus.
"Gordo, where are you going?"
"Lizzie, if you remember, I was grounded because of you. I have to ride the bus."
"Gordo, you ride with me."
"I don't think my stepfather would like that very much."
Lizzie stuck out her lower lip in a play pout.
"Have fun with the...freshman. Listen, I will come to your work tonight."
I tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and lightly kissed her on the cheek.
"Can't wait."
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"What is this?"
Mike angrily held up a pile of papers, that I recognized as my college applications.
"An application to USC film school, and NYU."
He threw all of the papers on the table.
"You are enlisting in the army, as decided already."
Mike began to tear open the drawers, searching for something. AS he found what he wanted, he held up my papers that I had worked so hard on.
As he flicked the lighter on, I watched as he held my papers over the flame.
"So long, film school," he smirked.
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed. "I want out of this house."
"Then go."
Fire raged inside of my body, but after my fear subsided, all I wanted to do was cry.
I ran to my room, and hurridely stuffed a bag with my laptop, a couple changes of shoes, and my collection of vinyl records. With my school stuff, I threw in my toothbrush and toothpaste. I grabbed my two bags, and the latest issue of Rolling Stone, along with my video camera, and ran down to my car.
With a flash, I tore down the driveway, and out onto the streets of Hillridge.
I drove my car out to the pier, and parked my car. I pulled out my cell phone.
Who would I call though?
Lizzie had a perfect home life, she would not understand. I obvviously could not call my mom, and Jeremy and I had not talked in months.
I suddenly dialed a number, thinking of the one person I could relate to.
"Kansas University, Dorm Services, may I help you?"
"Can you connect me to Sarah Gordon, in Baker Hall?"
"Please hold."
As I listened to the hold music, a single tear rolled down my cheek.
The knock on my door awakened me from my deep sleep. As I sat up in my bed, I remembered happily the events of the night before.
Me and Lizzie.
However, my happy thoughts were banished from my mind when Mike entered the room.
"A play?" he yelled at me. "What do you think I am? Stupid?"
"I'm sorry?"
"The community center did not even have their play this weekend. It is next weekend. However, I do know that your high school homecoming was this weekend."
I sat on my bed, silently listening to all that my stepfather accused me of.
"I know you went, probably with Lizzie, and you came in late last night."
I wiped the sleep from my eyes, and could not take any more of this.
"Yeah, I did go. With Lizzie, who is my GIRLFRIEND. And I came in before curfew, for your information."
"That is why, young man, you are grounded. I am taking away your car, and you will be staying in your room during the weekend. On weekdays, you will only be going to school and work."
"How will I get to school then?" I challenged him.
"This bus," he replied and walked out of my room, slamming the door.
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Lizzie and I walked through the school hand in hand the next monday.
"So I will see you tomorrow, I guess," I said, smiling.
"I guess."
"Ciao, bella," I said as I departed, and started towards the bus.
"Gordo, where are you going?"
"Lizzie, if you remember, I was grounded because of you. I have to ride the bus."
"Gordo, you ride with me."
"I don't think my stepfather would like that very much."
Lizzie stuck out her lower lip in a play pout.
"Have fun with the...freshman. Listen, I will come to your work tonight."
I tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and lightly kissed her on the cheek.
"Can't wait."
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"What is this?"
Mike angrily held up a pile of papers, that I recognized as my college applications.
"An application to USC film school, and NYU."
He threw all of the papers on the table.
"You are enlisting in the army, as decided already."
Mike began to tear open the drawers, searching for something. AS he found what he wanted, he held up my papers that I had worked so hard on.
As he flicked the lighter on, I watched as he held my papers over the flame.
"So long, film school," he smirked.
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed. "I want out of this house."
"Then go."
Fire raged inside of my body, but after my fear subsided, all I wanted to do was cry.
I ran to my room, and hurridely stuffed a bag with my laptop, a couple changes of shoes, and my collection of vinyl records. With my school stuff, I threw in my toothbrush and toothpaste. I grabbed my two bags, and the latest issue of Rolling Stone, along with my video camera, and ran down to my car.
With a flash, I tore down the driveway, and out onto the streets of Hillridge.
I drove my car out to the pier, and parked my car. I pulled out my cell phone.
Who would I call though?
Lizzie had a perfect home life, she would not understand. I obvviously could not call my mom, and Jeremy and I had not talked in months.
I suddenly dialed a number, thinking of the one person I could relate to.
"Kansas University, Dorm Services, may I help you?"
"Can you connect me to Sarah Gordon, in Baker Hall?"
"Please hold."
As I listened to the hold music, a single tear rolled down my cheek.