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My English teacher, Mrs. Welsh, proclaimed, "It's time to hand in your dream essays." I, along with the other classmates, went up there and delivered my essay. I returned to my desk to arrange my textbook for today's lesson.
"Oh, my gosh!" someone exclaimed. "Did you happen to hear?"
"Hear what?" her irritated friend asked.
"Carmel's glee club just got TRASHED! in the choir room at the high school!" My ears perked up.

"Why do I care?"

"I just wanted to gossip with you..." the girl said as she started to open her notebook. This will be interesting to hear about when I get home.

That evening, both my mom and dad were sitting at the table with a lawyer, signing the divorce papers. I never thought I'd see this day. I had always thought they would be together forever, even though, looking back, they weren't a good match. Even after all the emotional abuse me and my father had endured from her over the years (I did not realize it until recently as well), I thought we were a unique family. This all became clear to me when the fake pregnancy became public. I was in disbelief and denial for some time, not wanting to accept that our "family" was nothing more than a facade.

"Sign here, here, and here," the lawyer had instructed them to do. They had finished doing that, and he collected the papers. "By the authority bestowed upon me by the great state of Ohio's bar association, I now pronounce you no longer husband and wife." Really dude? "Masel tov!" He collected his things and left. Mom went to him and put her hand on his cheek.

"You're still that 16-year-old boy to me," she said. "You always will be." She then left the apartment, giving me a slight glance before doing so.

"Hey," my dad said as he noticed me. "How long have you been there?"

"For the whole thing," I replied. "I was meaning to ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"I've heard at school that the choir room was destroyed; is that true?"

"Destroyed isn't the right word. Wait, why is this a conversation at school?"

"I'm not the right person to answer that, because I have no idea."

"It was TP'd, not property damaged."

I was at work price tagging some items when I saw two guys from the glee club in uniforms watching mom teach them how to fold a fitted sheet. I think their names were Finn and Puck? I don't know what kind of name that is. All three started walking towards me.

"Savannah," mom explained. "I need you to train these two here. They are in your father's club."

"Um...okay," I replied. I showed them around and told them about some of the regulars who come in and what to do and expect.

I was watching Finn try to fold another sheet. "God!" he exclaimed. "Why is this so hard? Is this what it feels like to be elderly?" I couldn't help but chuckle at his remark, for it seemed that every time we tried to do something simple, like folding sheets, it turned into a lengthy process.

"Oh, my god," I giggled. "You're an idiot." He half-smiled.

"Yeah," he chuckled back. "I am kind of a dunz on the simple things."

"Hey, no one is perfect. At least you can carry a tune."

"Oh yeah, you were at sectionals. Do you think you'll join Glee next year?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure if y'all fail regionals next week, you guys lose your program. from what I heard from dad."

"Well, the plan is to not lose."

"That's a good plan." We smiled at each other.

Dad and I were watching TV when there was a knock at the door.

"Here we go," he said as he got up. What on earth is he talking about?

"How dare you!?" A lady walked into our apartment. "You led me on. You told me you had feelings for me, then you asked me out but didn't show up, humiliating me. In public."
"Gosh, Sue, I wonder where I learned all that," he said coldly. "You meddled around in my marriage; you terrorize the glee club; you continue to sabotage my relationship with Emma. I tried playing nice, but nothing seems to work with you. Cruelty was the only way to get your attention. I have no interest in dating you, Sue. You're a bully, and you're mean to kids."
"I'm mean to everyone."
"Yeah, well, fine. Consider this a little taste of what you love dishing out. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said.
"This is uncalled for, William." He sighed.

"Good night, Sue." I just looked at him as he closed the door on her.

"You slut," I sarcastically said, channeling Bill Murray in Tootsie.