Zack's Son - Chapter Two
"Scott! Scott!" Carol called from the kitchen. She sighed and tossed her apron to the corner as she rushed into the hallway. "Scott!" she called as she burst into her son's room.
Scott Mooneyham, a fifteen year old and sophomore in high school, tugged his blanket up higher over his head. His mother went over to him and tugged it back. Scott scrunched up into a ball and began to shiver slightly.
"You're just like your father!" Carol exclaimed. "He could never get up early!"
Scott opened his hazel eyes and peered up at his mother. "Dad could never get up early?" he asked as he sat up.
Carol smiled sadly. There were some things that her son never knew about his father. She wanted to tell him so much about Zack, but she was afraid of what type of an impact it would have on Scott's life. It was hard enough for Scott at school when other children would talk about their fathers and he had nothing to say for it. When Scott was younger, his elementary school would hold a special breakfast in honor of Father's Day. Scott would stand in the back and watch the other children with their fathers. During times like these Scott would remove his favorite picture and look at it for comfort. It was one of him and his father, taken shortly before Zack's death.
"Yes," she responed. Carol grabbed Scott's uniform and handed it to him. "Now hurry up and get dressed. You don't want to be late again." She then left his room.
Scott dressed fast in his unifrom, which consisted of a white polo shirt worn under a navy blue jacket. He wore gray pants and black shoes. The boys had to wear a blue baseball cap to shoe school spirit. Scott sighed loudly as he pulled his cap on his head. His hair was long and rather curly; it never looked good with his cap. But school rules were rules, and the dress code was the dress code. He could do nothing about it.
Scott was about to head for the kitchen when he remembered something. He ran back to his room and quickly tucked the picture of his father and himself in his jacket pocket. He never went anywhere without it.
"What's cooking Mom?" Scott asked as he walked into the kitchen. Carol was by the stove. Scott went to her and gave her a hug. "Whatever it is it smells good."
"Pancakes," his mother answered. She hand Scott a plate, which he dug into. After that was done Scott finished brushed his teeth and made an attempt to head to school when his mother stopped him.
"Let me look at you," Carol said. Scott straightened up and gave half a smile. His mother looked at him. She smiled sadly and wipped a few stray tears from her eye. She was trying not to let her son see that she was crying, but Scott had seen it coming.
"What's wrong Mom?" Scott asked worridely.
"Oh nothing," Carol said. "It's just..."
"I look like Dad, don't I?" Scott finsished for her.
Carol nodded. It was true. As Scott grew he began to look more and more like Zack had looked. It was all in his face; his hair was much lighter then Zack's. Scott smiled goofily and hugged his mother yet again.
"It's okay Mom," he whispered as he tightened his grip. "It's okay!"
Carol nodded as she patted Scott on the back. "Go to school," she said as she walked towards the living room.
Scott sighed and left for Horace Green Prepatory High School.