What Comes Up, Most Come Down Chapter Ten
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Peter led David to his office. "David." Peter started, then stopped and sighed, rubbing his temples. "You know, Kristin's not really my partner. She answers to me," David said defensively. Peter gave him a Look. "I'm so sure. Anyway, so what's up David?" Peter asked.
"Ah, nothing. Just chillin'. You know. Same old, same old. So, no lecture?" David asked hopefully.
"Oh, there's a lecture coming. How are your grades?"
"My grades?" David asked nervously.
"You know, the same markings you nearly failed last year? Those grades? The ones you promised to keep up, in order to possibly avoid a phone call home?"
"Oh! Those grades. Uh, yeah they're doing...Great. Yeah."
Peter took out a piece of paper about half the size of a computer sheet. "Really? That's interesting, David. Because right here, your report says that you're failing three out of four classes."
David looked at it. "Oh c'mon, Peter, this was a week ago! My grades could be way better now!"
"Considering you only turned in two homework assignments last week, I highly, highly doubt that," Peter said, then turned stern. "David, I'm trying to avoid calling your father. I know you two don't see eye-to-eye, but you've got to work harder. I want your grades up in the next week, or I'm calling home."
"What does that mean?" David demanded.
"Meaning that you pull your grades up to at least a 69-still failing, but...Very much better than what they are now, then the phone call gets delayed-for now. In math you have a 68, so that shouldn't be hard. In science you have a 58. In history you have a 63. I want those grades up. And keep the other two up."
"How? I can't raise a grade eleven points in one week!" David exclaimed.
"David, how many tests will you have this next week?"
David stared blankly before he started to stammer, "Oh, I...I wrote them in my planner. Yeah. I can't remember the number off the top of my head because I, I've been studying so much."
Peter laughed. "This planner, David? The one that you left in my office the first day of school?"
David grinned sheepishly and took it. "Yeah, that's the one. Can I have a pen?"
Peter handed him a pen. "You have a science test, an English test and a math test next week. If you pass, you can bring your grade up a little. Mr. Shaw said that you can turn in all past home work assignments that you didn't do. If you do all your homework this week, turn in those, and pass your tests, I'm certain you'll bring them up."
"I don't know all the home work assignments, though," David pointed out. Peter held out a sheet of paper and handed it to him. "Good God," David whistled at the long list. "I feel sorry for Ezra," he remarked, then thought of what Ezra had just done. "I take that back, no I don't," he said bitterly.
"I bet he feels a little for you, too."
"Oh yeah, because Ez is such a compassionate guy."
"Anyway, David. Sophie and me are trying to help you, but you haven't given us much feedback. Will you do this?"
David stood up and stretched. "I sure will, Sir," David said, saluting Peter and walked out.
Peter rubbed his temples, then noticed the planner sitting in the chair next to him. "David!" he yelled.
David appeared again. "I was just coming to get that," he lied.
Kyle and Kristin were quiet for a few moments. "So what'd you want to talk to me about?" Kristin finally asked.
Kyle seemingly was lost in his own world, as his head reeled back and he answered, "huh?"
"Well, not to be rude or anything but you asked me to walk with you and then you don't say anything."
"Oh. Well, I just want you to tell me the truth."
"About what?"
"About everything. I don't think your mom told me the truth about anything," Kyle said, sounding frustrated. Kristin looked at him. He looked anguished. Although she couldn't figure out way, he really loved Lynn. Kristin didn't want to hurt him.
"Well I'm sure she didn't lie to you all that much. What'd she tell you?"
"That you were her kid out of wedlock. You were her only kid, and she felt like she wasn't giving you a good life. When you started getting in trouble, she send you to that Mount...Whatever school."
"Oh, bull-"
"So she lied. I want to know the truth." He sat down on the curb and Kristin sat next to him. She was 5"4 and he had to be nearly 6"2.
"You're in the air force," she said surprisingly.
"How'd you know?" he asked. "Oh, the tattoo. Yeah. I met your mom through a friend. I thought she was the best thing. Then she told me she couldn't have any more kids. Scott told me that wasn't true." He shook his head. "I love her, but...I can't be with someone I know won't be truthful with me. I can be sent off to Iraq or Afghanistan any day, and I don't want to marry someone that I know may cheat on me. I just want to settle down, maybe have a few kids...When I told her that, that's when she told me she had a daughter. I was so happy. She told me you were fourteen. I was a little taken back, but still happy. She said...She just said you had taken the wrong path. Drugs and stuff. I was like 'I can handle that. I can totally handle that. I can help her' but at breakfast...I want the truth."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't want to find the truth out five years down the road and be five times the amount of hurt I might be now."
"My mom is a liar. She has two kids. Me and my older brother, Steven. I think he's 17 or 18 now. She didn't have me out of wedlock. She was married to my biological dad until a few years ago. She didn't send me to Horizon; my dad did, only after the school threatened to call D-FACS. And yeah, she can have kids. She doesn't want to ruin her precious figure. My mom hasn't seen me, before this weekend, for three years. She wasn't even there when..."
"What?" Kyle urged.
"My dad. I'm at Horizon because my band teacher called Peter. My dad...He, kinda roughed me up sometimes. Mom doesn't really believe it. She divorced him..Well, I don't know why, but I know that until a few months ago she was still visiting him in prison."
"What happened to Steven? To your brother?"
Kristin stiffened and didn't answer at first. Instead, she threw rocks across the road. "He's in prison, too. He...He was like my dad. Yeah. Like my dad. He sometimes, you know," she said, not wanting to say 'it'.
"He molested you," Kyle said quietly.
She nodded. "Then he came to Horizon. I hadn't told anyone except maybe Scott. Peter or Sophie didn't know. He kept doing it at the school. Then one day he tried to kill me. So he's in prison for that. Maybe for...For that, too, but I don't know. I never really followed up on it," she said, shrugging.
"Oh, Kristin..." Kyle said quietly.
"Lynn...Mom, whatever, doesn't believe that. I don't know if she still has custody of Steven. I don't know if he's 17 or 18, so he may not be a minor anymore. She just doesn't believe it. And she doesn't have custody over me. Peter and Sophie do. The only reason she wants me here is to please you. You want kids, she doesn't. She already has a family, whether she likes it or not. Except she abandoned hers. Maybe if she didn't, dad and Steven wouldn't have...But who knows," she sighed. "Mother dearest," she remarked again.
"You know, I didn't just bring you out here to ask you about what your mother lied about. I kind of suspected that, about your dad, after what you said at breakfast, and I wanted to tell you something. So you'll trust me, because I know you didn't."
"What?" She asked curiously.
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Peter led David to his office. "David." Peter started, then stopped and sighed, rubbing his temples. "You know, Kristin's not really my partner. She answers to me," David said defensively. Peter gave him a Look. "I'm so sure. Anyway, so what's up David?" Peter asked.
"Ah, nothing. Just chillin'. You know. Same old, same old. So, no lecture?" David asked hopefully.
"Oh, there's a lecture coming. How are your grades?"
"My grades?" David asked nervously.
"You know, the same markings you nearly failed last year? Those grades? The ones you promised to keep up, in order to possibly avoid a phone call home?"
"Oh! Those grades. Uh, yeah they're doing...Great. Yeah."
Peter took out a piece of paper about half the size of a computer sheet. "Really? That's interesting, David. Because right here, your report says that you're failing three out of four classes."
David looked at it. "Oh c'mon, Peter, this was a week ago! My grades could be way better now!"
"Considering you only turned in two homework assignments last week, I highly, highly doubt that," Peter said, then turned stern. "David, I'm trying to avoid calling your father. I know you two don't see eye-to-eye, but you've got to work harder. I want your grades up in the next week, or I'm calling home."
"What does that mean?" David demanded.
"Meaning that you pull your grades up to at least a 69-still failing, but...Very much better than what they are now, then the phone call gets delayed-for now. In math you have a 68, so that shouldn't be hard. In science you have a 58. In history you have a 63. I want those grades up. And keep the other two up."
"How? I can't raise a grade eleven points in one week!" David exclaimed.
"David, how many tests will you have this next week?"
David stared blankly before he started to stammer, "Oh, I...I wrote them in my planner. Yeah. I can't remember the number off the top of my head because I, I've been studying so much."
Peter laughed. "This planner, David? The one that you left in my office the first day of school?"
David grinned sheepishly and took it. "Yeah, that's the one. Can I have a pen?"
Peter handed him a pen. "You have a science test, an English test and a math test next week. If you pass, you can bring your grade up a little. Mr. Shaw said that you can turn in all past home work assignments that you didn't do. If you do all your homework this week, turn in those, and pass your tests, I'm certain you'll bring them up."
"I don't know all the home work assignments, though," David pointed out. Peter held out a sheet of paper and handed it to him. "Good God," David whistled at the long list. "I feel sorry for Ezra," he remarked, then thought of what Ezra had just done. "I take that back, no I don't," he said bitterly.
"I bet he feels a little for you, too."
"Oh yeah, because Ez is such a compassionate guy."
"Anyway, David. Sophie and me are trying to help you, but you haven't given us much feedback. Will you do this?"
David stood up and stretched. "I sure will, Sir," David said, saluting Peter and walked out.
Peter rubbed his temples, then noticed the planner sitting in the chair next to him. "David!" he yelled.
David appeared again. "I was just coming to get that," he lied.
Kyle and Kristin were quiet for a few moments. "So what'd you want to talk to me about?" Kristin finally asked.
Kyle seemingly was lost in his own world, as his head reeled back and he answered, "huh?"
"Well, not to be rude or anything but you asked me to walk with you and then you don't say anything."
"Oh. Well, I just want you to tell me the truth."
"About what?"
"About everything. I don't think your mom told me the truth about anything," Kyle said, sounding frustrated. Kristin looked at him. He looked anguished. Although she couldn't figure out way, he really loved Lynn. Kristin didn't want to hurt him.
"Well I'm sure she didn't lie to you all that much. What'd she tell you?"
"That you were her kid out of wedlock. You were her only kid, and she felt like she wasn't giving you a good life. When you started getting in trouble, she send you to that Mount...Whatever school."
"Oh, bull-"
"So she lied. I want to know the truth." He sat down on the curb and Kristin sat next to him. She was 5"4 and he had to be nearly 6"2.
"You're in the air force," she said surprisingly.
"How'd you know?" he asked. "Oh, the tattoo. Yeah. I met your mom through a friend. I thought she was the best thing. Then she told me she couldn't have any more kids. Scott told me that wasn't true." He shook his head. "I love her, but...I can't be with someone I know won't be truthful with me. I can be sent off to Iraq or Afghanistan any day, and I don't want to marry someone that I know may cheat on me. I just want to settle down, maybe have a few kids...When I told her that, that's when she told me she had a daughter. I was so happy. She told me you were fourteen. I was a little taken back, but still happy. She said...She just said you had taken the wrong path. Drugs and stuff. I was like 'I can handle that. I can totally handle that. I can help her' but at breakfast...I want the truth."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't want to find the truth out five years down the road and be five times the amount of hurt I might be now."
"My mom is a liar. She has two kids. Me and my older brother, Steven. I think he's 17 or 18 now. She didn't have me out of wedlock. She was married to my biological dad until a few years ago. She didn't send me to Horizon; my dad did, only after the school threatened to call D-FACS. And yeah, she can have kids. She doesn't want to ruin her precious figure. My mom hasn't seen me, before this weekend, for three years. She wasn't even there when..."
"What?" Kyle urged.
"My dad. I'm at Horizon because my band teacher called Peter. My dad...He, kinda roughed me up sometimes. Mom doesn't really believe it. She divorced him..Well, I don't know why, but I know that until a few months ago she was still visiting him in prison."
"What happened to Steven? To your brother?"
Kristin stiffened and didn't answer at first. Instead, she threw rocks across the road. "He's in prison, too. He...He was like my dad. Yeah. Like my dad. He sometimes, you know," she said, not wanting to say 'it'.
"He molested you," Kyle said quietly.
She nodded. "Then he came to Horizon. I hadn't told anyone except maybe Scott. Peter or Sophie didn't know. He kept doing it at the school. Then one day he tried to kill me. So he's in prison for that. Maybe for...For that, too, but I don't know. I never really followed up on it," she said, shrugging.
"Oh, Kristin..." Kyle said quietly.
"Lynn...Mom, whatever, doesn't believe that. I don't know if she still has custody of Steven. I don't know if he's 17 or 18, so he may not be a minor anymore. She just doesn't believe it. And she doesn't have custody over me. Peter and Sophie do. The only reason she wants me here is to please you. You want kids, she doesn't. She already has a family, whether she likes it or not. Except she abandoned hers. Maybe if she didn't, dad and Steven wouldn't have...But who knows," she sighed. "Mother dearest," she remarked again.
"You know, I didn't just bring you out here to ask you about what your mother lied about. I kind of suspected that, about your dad, after what you said at breakfast, and I wanted to tell you something. So you'll trust me, because I know you didn't."
"What?" She asked curiously.
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