Ch. 2 Bad Trip
It must have been a long flight because at some point I drifted off into sleep. I had suddenly found myself at our old apartment. The one we lived in before my parents had gotten their divorce.
I saw my parents they were fighting. I could hear their voices echoing in my head. Like voices traveling through the mountains and I was the avolanch that was going to stop.
'' Stop it.'' I cried.
'' I hate you both of you. Look at what you are doing to your children.'' I pointed to my brother and a younger version of myself holding each other.
'' Look at what you have done to me'' I said
At this climax point in my dream, I was awoken by an old lady across from me on the plane.
'' Are you ok young lady'' She asked.
'' Ya. I was just having a bad dream.'' I replied.
'' Well you better buckle up we are about to land'' She explained.
I nodded at the old lady and I buckled my seat belt. I was surprised that the old lady even bothered, most people don't even acknowledge me because of what I usually wear.
As we began to land I could feel the pressure of the force of the plane pushing on my body. We had finally landed in my new home. When I stood up I felt as light as a feather. The pressure was gone.
As I was coming off the plane with my bag, I began searching for my dad among the faces in the crowd. A familer face was glancing at me. He was wearing jeans and a jean jacket with a blue backwards cap. It looked like he hadn't shaved in days.
This couldn't be my father he seemed to eager to see me. Mind you I haven't seen my father in a couple of years. H e started to walk twords me.
''How was your flight?'' He asked in a happy but partly disappointed tone.
'' I slept through most of it.'' I replied not returning the same feelings.
'' Come lets go grab your bags'' He implied.
It felt awkward. I didn't know what to do I couldn't act normal. Here I am with a man I haven't seen in years and I truly don't care to see him now. If my dad had been so eager to see me why didn't he ever come to visit me.
My dad had grabbed my bags and signaled to the follow him. As we walked outside I put my bag down so I could take my sweater from my waste and put it on.
My dad stopped to wait for me. I could tell he was looking at me from the corner of my eye. I could tell he was looking at my choice of clothing. I know he wasn't expecting me to look like a debutant but I don't think he expected my too look like a guy with a ponytail from behind.
When we got to the car dad grabbed my bags and put them in the trunk, while I settled myself in the front passenger seat. Dads car seameda little old and run down, but hey I guess it works.
Dad closed the trunk and came around to the other side of the car and got in. He put the keys into the egnition and started the car.
'' So how is Jay doing?'' he asked attempting to strike a conversation.
'' He is ok.''
'' What grade is he in now?'' Still persueing a conversation.
'' He is in 8th grade.'' I replied still resisting conversation.
'' So then that makes you a…''
'' Freshman.'' I interrupted.
'' Ok.'' Dad said giving up.
He turned on the radio, which did eleviate some of the awkwardness. It was a long drive to Castle Rock from the airport. All I did was look out the window. I was getting in an even worse mood because I felt guilty for being rude to dad. How do parents do that?
Here I am with a man who hasn't bothered to make any contact with me and somehow I wind up feeling guilty for resenting him. But I will tell you right now there is no way I am apologizing.
Eventually I started to see houses in the scenery. I was happy, happy I had almost made it. I started to get notious and wanted out of the car. After 15 more minutes had passed we had made it into town. I was so glad to know that soon I would be out of this car.
''Are you hungry?'' Dad asked.
'' Ya. I guess so.'' I replied.
''There is a little dinner up here, we can stop at that.'' He said as he was turning into the parking lot.
When I got out of the car, felt a little dizzy. The car ride had made me fee\l tired as well, but at least I was out of that car now. Da was in front of me as we were walking to the dinner. It looked pretty busy. It was about noon Sunday, everyone was probably eating over at the dinner after they had gotten out of the church service.
Dad opened the door for me as we entered the dinner. All the walls looked worn out and were probably at one time white but now they were a light brownish yellow. T he hostess greeted us and lead us to our table.
After she had gotten us settled at our table, Dad said he was gonna go to the restroom to wash up. I truly didn't want dad to leave me alone at the table. I didn't know anyone so it wasn't like I could juts talk to someone I'm not in a friend making mood.
As I was sitting and waiting for dad to come back, some guy comes out of nowhere and knocks right into our table causing my water glass to tip over and let out all the water out onto the table.
'' Shit. Oh I'm so sorry.'' The guy said grabbing some napkins.
''It's ok'' I reply even though truly I felt of course this would happen to me.
The guy looked about my age he had short sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. He actually did seem to be sorry. I felt bad for being a little pissed.
''I really am sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going'' He explained.
'' No really it's fine. It's juts water.'' I replied being sincere this time.
'' Here let me …'' Began until a girl grabbed him.
'' Who is your friend chrissie'' she said with 3 guys accompanying her.
I could tell already that I didn't like this girl at all. Seemed like one of those girls that I would get in a fight with in the girls locker room.
'' I don't know I juts met her.'' Chris explained.
''Well let me ask you sweat heart are you getting ready for halloween or are you just to poor to buy some real clothes.'' She said to me.
I could tell that this comment made chris uncomfortable. I could Brake that redheaded bitch but I think I am going to let her off the hook. I'm to tired for this right now.
'' You know I could come up with a really good comeback right now but I think I should show you some sympathy.'' I replied.
'' Why would you do that?'' she asked taking her hands off of chris.
'' Why wouldn't I? I mean it must be frustrating for you to know that your anorexia isn't paying off.'' I replied.
Chris and his friends began to laugh amongst each other. Her face became more red than her hair. She turned to the guys and they falsely contained there laughter.
'' Come lets go Chrissie.'' She says grabbing chris buy the shirt.
'' Oh hm I'll see ya later ok.'' Chris said to me.
As dad came up to the table I got up and began to walk.
'' Can we juts go home I lost my appetite all the sudden.'' I said walking out of the dinner.