Authors Notes: Chapter 8, whoop :D Going well isn't it? What do you think of the story line and characters? Please let me know what you think, whether it's by reviewing or by PM. I own nothing and no one apart from the following: Morgan, Tom, Hannah, Ella, Charlotte, Emily and Katherine. Happy reading :D
Chapter 8
I went back to school on the Monday after my dad and Tad (Jack and Ianto, I still can't get used to calling them dad and Tad yet, it's strange but in a good way) asked me if it was alright if the took back parental rights. It turned out that Tom got a month's exclusion, three weeks after I didn't go into school. He had around a week left of his exclusion. I used to be friends with Tom, when we were younger. He used to be nice and used to get good grade, but everything changed when we came to secondary. Tom's parents could be very strict, they didn't know that Tom was a 'bully' or the reason for his bad grades was because he did no work. Guess they know now. Many people like the fact that I kicked the shit out of Tom, he could annoy so many people at once it was unbelievable.
I stopped outside my form room. I could see my friends, through the small window in the door, talking and laughing. I took a deep breath. This was going to be fun. I walked in.
"MORGAN!" Hannah yells, pointing at me.
"Hannah!" I yell back – not as loud.
"Where were you?"
"Now that would be telling."
"Meany."
"Too right."
I smiled, and sat down. Sure, some people were staring at me, but stuff them. I was only interested in talking to my friends.
"So tell me what happened after I left?" I asked.
"Teachers came out, took Tom to the nurse's office, got all of us to write witness statements all of us put what actually happened and then three weeks later Tom was excluded." Ella told me.
"Yeah, my Tad can be...very persuasive when he wants too." I smiled.
"Your who?" they asked, confused.
"My Tad...as in Ianto, one of my dad's." I explained.
"Why do you call him Tad and not dad?" Charlotte asked.
"Well I call my other dad Jack dad and Ianto Tad. The reasoning is, and they explained this to me the other day since they were the ones who decided who I was gunna call what, Ianto is Welsh and the Welsh for father is Tad and Jack is American and the American for dad is dad, so it made more sense to do it like that. Also it saves confusion." I told them.
"Ok...Why are you calling them dad and Tad now?" Emily asked.
"God, you guys have a lot of questions today." I sighed. "Well, about three days ago, my dad and Tad asked me if I would be ok with them taking back parental rights. They had already talked to Julie and Michael they were fine with it, and I said yes. So they're gunna get me off the adoption list and all that so then I can live with them and we can be an actual family."
"What?" they all asked, bewildered.
"I know." I smiled.
They asked me so many questions it was unbelievable. Luckily they ran out of them by the end of our first lesson.
No one seemed to be against what I did to Tom, well apart from the teachers and Tom's friends, but Tom's friends knew better than to cross me and I didn't think that the teachers would want a confrontation with my dad's. My dad's would text me through the day; they didn't really know that I couldn't use my phone until break and lunch. I made a mental note to let them know.
My friends kept asking me when they would get to meet them, after a while I started to drown them out. When it was time to leave, I jumped up and made a dash for the door. I called dad and Tad as soon I was out of the class room, telling them I was on my way. As soon as I was out of the school, I ran all the way to the hub.
"Hey!" I yelled out, as I stepped off the platform.
I chucked my bag on the table, and went on a people hunt. Owen was in the autopsy bay.
"Yo O." I said.
"Hey, Morgan. Wanna give me a hand, I'm about to..." Owen started.
"Dissect something; do you really have to ask if I wanna help?" I interrupted.
"Well, what you dawdling for. Get your arse down here." Owen smiled.
I rolled my eyes.
"Ya know, you look like Ianto when you do that." Owen said.
I gave a little chuckle as I washed my hands and out on gloves. It was fun helping Owen do autopsies, apparently I was the only one – apart from him – that was willing enough. We had to be careful though, since dad, Tad, Tosh and Gwen didn't know that I helped Owen out... It was a simple procedure, one that I've helped Owen with hundreds of time. We were done in like ten minutes. After I cleaned myself up I went to find everyone else. Gwen and Tosh were in the conference room talking about something, and dad and Tad were in their office. I didn't bother them; I just went back down stairs. Dad, Tad and I thought it would be fun not to tell the others about the arrangement we mad, and see how long it took for them to figure it out. It was fun.
I didn't really do anything while I was waiting; to be honest I just sat down and did nothing. Apparently it was livelier with going to get the aliens and stuff, but since I arrived the rift alarm hadn't gone off. Which sucked. Then again, if the rift alarm went off, and they did let me go with them, I didn't have a gun license yet – dad was still sorting that out. Dad and Tad came down after five minutes.
"Morgan, how long have you been sitting there?" dad asked.
"About five minutes." I replied.
Tad went over to the coffee machine.
"We can start sorting out your gun license, all I have to do is watch shoot a target and all that and you have it." dad whispered.
"Nice. When do we start?" I asked.
"When you know who isn't around."
"Gotcha."
Having a gun was going to be so much fun.
A week later, Tom came back to school. He stayed far away from my friends and I. Until break. Tom walked over to us and muttered something that sounded a lot like sorry.
"What?" I asked.
"Sorry." he said a little louder.
"Fuck off! You're not sorry! You're just saying that because they made you, know leave us alone." I said.
I knew Tom wanted to say something, but just one look from me made him change his mind, turn on his heels and walk away.
"Why do I have a feeling that isn't the end of things?" Katherine asked.
"Because it isn't." I sighed.
It was only the beginning. But I couldn't worry about that know, my life was coming back together again and I could let one little prick ruin that for me.