I woke up to my friends scrambling around the room, getting ready for the day of classes. In some ways I was sad about missing class. I had already missed two months of classes, and I didn't want to miss anymore. I still didn't tell my friends about me and grant, though, I didn't see the need to. But on the other hand, if Bex finds out and I hadn't already told her, ill be dead.
"guys?" I said, sitting up. My three friends stopped at the sound of my voice.
"yeah?" macey asked looking at me worriedly.
"ummm… I need to tell you guys something." I said.
"ok? What is it, Cam?" bex said. All of my friends walked to sit on the bed across from mine.
"ok, so promise you wont freak out?" I asked.
"yes. We promise." Liz assured me.
"ok, so me and grant are… kind of-" I started.
"don't you dare say dating!" bex interrupted, giving me a glare.
"ew! No! I was going to say that me and grant are brother and sister. Twins to be exact." I told them.
The look on bex's face was priceless. She kept on opening her mouth to speak, and then closing it again.
"that's… umm… great!" liz said, trying to fill in the awkward silence.
"so… what do you guys think? I mean you aren't saying anything…" I said, while laughing nervously.
"I think that's… cool… I guess." Bex said.
"yeah… I agree with bex." Macey said.
"oh ok. Good. And seriously bex! I would never date Grant!" I said, laughing.
"yeah, sorry about that." She apologized.
"its cool. You guys should probably leave, if you don't want to be late to class." I reminded them.
They all got up and walked out the door. I layed back and sighed.
Well that went well. Note the heavy sarcasm.
I spent a half an hour walking around my room, trying to find something to do. There was nothing. I don't know how im going to spend even a week not doing classes. Just then there was a knock on my door. I opened it and my mom was standing there.
"I thought you were on a mission!" I yelled.
"I heard you woke up and came back right away!" she said. I gave her a hug and told her to come in. we talked for a while and I decided to tell her about my dad.
"mom?" I asked.
"yeah?" she replied.
"you have to believe me. Dad is alive- or atleast he was! He was in the cell next to mine! I even talked to him!" I said.
She gave me a questioning look, before saying, "are you sure? I heard that you got hit in the head really-" she started.
"no! I didn't! why cant anyone believe me! I am not crazy and I am not making this up! He was there mom!" I said, and I think I cry a little.
She sighed. Why does everyone sigh when I tell them this? Were they annoyed by me? Do they really think I a little crazy? Or do they think I'm lying.
"please." I begged, quietly.
"yeah. Alright. I believe you. But only because I don't want to take the chance of not believing you, if he really is." She said.
"ok. So how are we going to get him out?" I asked.
She started to laugh. "we! You are not going!" she yelled.
"why not!" I complained.
"because! You just woke up from a two month coma! Plus you have a broken ankle." She answered.
"the doctor said my ankle will be better in a week, if not less! Mom!" I yelled.
"no. and that's final." She said sternly. Don't you just hate it when moms do that. When you come up with a good reason, they just say 'no and that's final.' I think that they run out of ideas and just say that to shut you up.
Her voice softened, "just no. I almost lost you once. I don't want that to happen again." She said and hugged me. So that was the reason. She didn't want to lose me. I guess I have to respect that answer.
But that doesn't mean im not going to rescue my dad. Because really, who ever really listens to what there mom says…