Day 30

So a month has passes and straight A's later I'm invited to a basketball session. Franz or someone must have said something because it's really selective. Considering they let 12 go and only 6 actually were good, I guess they gave me a break.

I get to school and everyone is in the gym. I walk over and see 4 kids playing agenced 5 others from some random school. Phineas go's off to class like the rest of the school and it turns out only four actually showed up out of the six. I waltz in and stand right on the edge by where the coach is. He doesn't acknowledge me or even call for fouls.

"Ow good your here. Grab a uniform and help us," Femi says exhausted.

I grab the last uniform from a random box and to my surprise the uniform bear the name Lawrence. Ironic I guess. I put the shirt on and run into an athletic position on some blond hair guy from some other school.

We run back and forth without any baskets. Zero-zero and I don't even know how long they have been playing before I came. Th coach obviously lost track of time so I blurt out break time. I walk over to the bench to cool off, my team at the fountain and out of nowhere the blond guy and his teams comes up to me.

"Hey, your good. A little too good," He says devilishly.

"Yeah too good," One of the shorter kids blurts. By the time he says this the coach walks out of the gym on his cell phone.

"Will you shut up jezz. How many times do I need to repeat myself? Anyway I think it's time to learn a lesson or two in basketball!"

I get up and start to walk away until I feel a tingling sensation in my gut telling me to duck. So I proceed and all of a sudden I'm pinned to the ground. The blond dude sits on me a slaps me 5 or 6 times before he punches me and signals his buddy to kick me. He gets off at the last moment and I'm kicked in the stomach having a good helping of I'm hungry for air.

Everyone starts laughing, and the coach is happily laughing louder than the rest of them.

"Hello boys! Nice to see you have taken an interest of being disqualified and punished,"

I start to get up and my team runs over to help me. We all sit on the bench and watch as they are being lectured by our coach for a good solid 10 minutes. It is a good thing their coach went for a long, long coffee break because he didn't return until 9:30.

Fifteen or so minutes later we get up and get changed. We just finish up by the time the other team came in. I walk towards the our coach who is fixing the score board to the time.

"Hi. Um coach? Who's the one who wore this last? Why didn't he take it home?" I say nervously

. "Ow Ferb I didn't know you were there! Um the only thing I 'can' tell you about him is that he isn't the average Joe. He's a lot like you. And never take anything you have like a joke. Ow well I guess that was more you than him but still it applies. He never took it home because he was afraid. Ow and are you ok?"

I tense up and get a really squeaky voice that sounds Australian more than British. "Afraid? Um I'm alright thank-you,"

"It's complicated way beyond any child should go through. Don't worry though. When the time comes, it comes,"

I walk away with the uniform not caring about being polite.

"How can he lie to me," I whisper nonchalantly like in the movies.

I walk to my locker and push through a crowd of random kids. I don't care about school right now. Just that I need to know who my father is.

Home...

I burst in the front door with Phineas asking me what's wrong. I don't care so I don't answer. I bust it up stairs into the spare bedroom and flop on the guest bed. Phineas must have gone to the kitchen because he didn't dare follow me when I was mad.

It must have been 6:00 father came home cause I stormed down the stairs everyone looking at me in the kitchen.

"Who are you?"I demanded.

"W…wh…what are talking about son?"

"You know. This!" I grab the uniform from my bag and shove it towards him. He gulped at it and started up the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"Follow me,"

I follow him into the bonus room where he sits on the couch looking at the uniform.

"Coach told me I was like him. He was afraid. So your Canadian then," I almost yell.

"Listen Ferb when I was your age I was the best basketball player in all of Canada at the time. Never missing any games. Then I started invent things like you in my spare time. One day I went crazy, my parents thought it was time to move away so I wouldn't get mixed up. Listen Ferb I'm sorry about before and I though they got rid of this years ago,"

"So, that's it then. I don't even know my family,"

"Ow well you do. I moved back after college and had you with your mom. We got divorced so I came back to England and raised you,"

"What? I really am a Canadian?" I walk off downstairs and sit at the table.

"Honey, are you ok?"

"No mom. I'm fine,"

"Ferb, you just said mom," Candace says in complete shock.

"Well, yeah I'm Canadian. *I look away* Not British,"

"Wait. Then who DID I marry?" Mom says a little worried,

"Who knows?"

Later...

First it's chatting, then some yelling, then quiet. I hear mom come to bed crying her eyes out and dad mumbling to himself.

"Phineas are you awake?" I whisper.

No answer.

I get up and head for my closet, open the door, and walk slowly to the window. I sit in silence thinking about stuff when Candace all of a sudden pops her head at me. I nearly screamed.

"Candace. How did you get in here?"

"Ow sorry. I saw you go in when I came up stairs. Are you ok little brother?" She asks with a worried tone.

"Um... Yeah no. I don't know who I am because of dad,"

"Ferb,*she puts her hand on my knee* your you! It doesn't matter where your father or you were born. Yeah I guess you really are in your home country. It still doesn't matter,"

"I guess you're right," I turn and look out the window. She takes her hand off my knee.

"If it helps you, I asked Clyde out at school. Haha"

We both start quietly laughing.

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