The next day I woke up and did the usual rutine, you know brush my teeth, comb my hair, that stuff. When I walked downstairs she was waiting for me with a big bowl of cereals. Oh Gosh…
“Good morning sweetie!” she said.
“Uhm, morning”
“How are you feeling today?”
“Good…”
“Great, well here is your breakfast” she said with a big smile.
Okay this is absolutely CREEPY!
“I’m not hungry, thank you”
“Your doctor said you have to eat”
“When did he say that?”
“I called him”
What?! Oh this is just wonderful!
“What did you tell him?”
“That I was worry about you because you don’t eat”
“I eat, it’s just that a have a stomachache”
Yeah, baaaaad excuse… I’m angry don’t blame me!
“Okay, have a tea”
“No, I’m late for school”
“You’re going to go?” she asked looking straight in my eyes.
Okay, I didn’t mention she has green eyes? Yeah, it’s quite difficult not to look at them. Damn!
I nodded.
“I hope so” she said.
I turned around and rolled my eyes, than I headed to the door.
“Have a nice day!”
She used that tone. THAT tone that she used to used… Let me explain you. When I was like seven, before I lose almost every member of my family and I went to school, she always use that sweet and motherly tone, after that I always turned around hugged her, smiled and go into school.
I hope she’s not expecting me to do that again, because it WON’T happen.
“Aha” I said and then walked out from home.
-Quarter to five-
“Damn it! Shut your mouths idiots! My head is hurting as hell!” I yelled.
“Is not us” Patrick whispered.
I was laid in the top of that big machine again, is pretty comfortable. I think I felt asleep again because I don’t remember anything and I have an empty bottle by my side and is… shit, is whisky.
“Who is it then?”
“The police! You stupid!” Fiona whispered/yelled.
I got up the fastest that I could and hide with them.
“Thank you for waking me up!”
“We tried!” Gabriel said “But you were soooo drunk you didn’t even realize that we put you up there!”
“We know you’re there kids!” A very familiar voice said.
I think my heart stopped bombing blood.
“Fuck! That’s your dad!” Gabriel whispered to Patrick.
Oh yeah, Patrick’s father is a police man… Ironic, isn’t it?
“Shut it!” Fiona said.
“Come on! Get out from there!”
Oh great, that’s the headmaster.
