"Before you say anything," I started to say to my parents before judgment was passed, "I didn't know that breaking the kid's heart would lower his grades any!"
My parents looked at each other, then at me.
"That's not what we're going to talk about Bridgie." My mother informed me, using my nickname. It was then I realized I might have a shot at surviving. People only use my nickname when they are being nice… or in pity.
"Then what are we going to talk about?" I asked.
"Sit down." My father said, gesturing at a chair that was across from the couch he and Mom were sitting on. I did so, and my father and mother exchanged glances for a few moments to decide who should talk first. My mother always won stare down competitions, so my father talked first.
"Bridgie, we know that you've been expelled. Both your mother and I have been contacted by your principal on the matter."
I cringed; not that I could help it. My parents were discussing whether I remained alive or not to see my children. But my parents were using my nickname, so the punishment couldn't have been that bad… could it?
"The only school you could attend now is in your aunt's hometown," my father continued, "And since your mother and I cannot simply uproot from our present job situations, it seems that you may have to…"
My father paused and looked at my mother. I'm sure why though; Aunt Agatha was HIS sister after all. He'd know all her quirks and attributes enough to know she'd take good care of me for another year or so. Oh… wait…
"Agatha has agreed to let you live with her in her apartment until you graduate," my mother finally said.
"Really?!" I exclaimed happily. I jumped out of my seat and hugged my parents. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"So you're fine with the change?" my father asked curiously.
"Well… no." I admitted. "But it's a change. I'll make some new friends, and maybe start out with a better rep than what I have now at Moore Allen. How bad is it going to be?"
Famous. Last. Words.
"Are you sure Bridgie? We won't be able to see you as often, and we all know how crazy your aunt can get." Mom asked. I love my parents dearly, but they're acting like they'd never see me again for as long as I'm alive. Do they really distrust my aunt THAT much?
"Of course, I'll go start packing." And with that, I left the room. My parents gave each other the same glance.
"She's YOUR daughter," Mom sing-songed to Dad as she got up to go make dinner.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dad shouted at her, joking a bit.
I spent the rest of the night packing all my clothes. The next day, my father and I packed the pack of the family SUV.
"Are you sure you want to live with Agatha, Bridget?" my father asked. "My sister…"
"Loves me Daddy," I told him, interrupting his thought. "Auntie Tata would give her life for me, you know that."
My father grimaced at Aunt Agatha's nickname. I'm not sure why he didn't like that nickname; she used to say 'Ta-ta my dear' all the time before leaving a room with other people in it when I was younger. Aunt Agatha once said he didn't like it because it reminded him of something else (something I'll be informed of when I'm older, apparently), among other things he doesn't like about her.
"Just… remember to bear with her Bridget. Please?"
I smiled at my father.
"I will Dad, don't worry. How much embarrassment could my aunt do that my own parents haven't granted so far?"
Again I repeat; Famous. Last. Words.
I was so pumped for the trip to my aunt's apartment that the car ride over didn't seem that long. My aunt was waiting outside the apartment for me and helped bring my bags in. She showed me a spare bedroom with a sweet modern bed without a headboard on it and a matching desk. Oh! And the white closet and organizer combo with cute pink butterfly stickers on the closet's door!
I thanked my aunt for the room and dug around for my Bose speaker to put it on the desk to plug it in and turn it on. P!NK's One Last Kiss started to blast every section of my new room. Oh yes, I could get use to this. From my window, I could see the clothing store (that was only a couple feet away) and my new school. I was instantly filled with bubbly glee when I saw the school from my window. In a few days I'd be starting going there on a 5-day weekly basis. Sure, the end of my old life had a rather bittersweet end, but my new life was starting to have a sweet beginning.
Sweet Amoris High School, prepare to meet Bridget Misako!