Changing Patterns

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    I try my best to ignore that this was forth- maybe fifth time he'd canceled our usual, now not so usual, Friday dinners. We'd normally clear our schedules for the dinner but I suppose he's found it less important then me. I kept my sigh and clear disappointment low, trying my best to keep my voice in its cheery mood.

    "Nothing to worry about dad! Maybe next Friday- we do go a weeks break after all."

    "It's mine and Malissa's vacation week next week son, another time I promise." The sheriff calls through the phone, a honk sounding on the other end to prove he's driving as well.

    "Right, right, sorry. So I guess I won't wait up then." I cleared my throat around the pathetic feeling of being abandoned. He's not leaving or abandoning me, and it's just me being weak that makes me feel like so.

    "Alright son I've got to go." Dad didn't wait a minute for my response before the phone beeped signaling that he'd hung up. I swallowed thickly trying to rid my breath of its shaking.

    I reach down and click off the phone, letting it slide out of my grip and between my thighs. I sighed and pulled onto the schools parking lot. The van driving out as I drive in, the others already heading into the schools entrance. Quickly finding my parking space next to Jackson's Porsche and gripping the steering wheel in a white knuckled grip.

    'Another long day of school...
    'Let's get it over with...

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    English was slow, a drag on this and that, Lydia jotting down the most neat notes I'd ever seen. Not to mention her color coding- I love the way her colors match my own when organizing.

    Math was boring, sin- cos- tan, and something with calculus and it's theorems. Just so much stuff being crammed into my head without reason.

    Oh and of course the least useless knowledge of history. I'd have rather spent the whole day in history class, it's more my style. I prefer learning about the past.

    Then lunch, which I had half a sandwich and separated from the rest of the group to head to the library. I had a free period after lunch, I spent that researching something called a Bunyip. A dog and seal mixed like creature with the face of a dog and clawed flippers, along with its urge and appetite for human flesh. That thought sent shivers up my spine, there hadn't been much supernatural interaction lately but good to keep up on it.

    Afterwards workshop, we worked with some wire work to try and add sound to a coo coo bird clock. God I hated that thing- mine went haywire. Then after my favorite class, one most find odd for me, culinary. And finally lacrosse practice after school.

I toe off my untied shoes as my practice Jersey pulls over my head. Scott already out the door talking to little Liam about this and that to do with lacrosse techniques. The usual as I'm one of the last out, a yell from coach to hurry up and I'm joining the others on the field. I'm given goalie for the first twenty minutes or so of practice, the team had no mercy- not even the pack, when it comes to their throws. After I was told to run 5 laps seeing as I'd only caught five of the many throws.

    I'd gotten a chance to practice my own throw after my death-en-ing laps -which left me nearly passed out- Danny caught each of my tosses. After a quick practice game that lasted about an hour and a half and left me with some large bruise over my right side ribs and a matching one on my left thigh. I was left with clean up after another half hour of practice tosses with my group; Jackson, Scott, and green-burg. Cones, nets, and equipment took about an hour to clean up.

    By the time I'd gotten home it was six o-clock and the pack was whining about dinner. So rather than running upstairs for a shower and nap before I started dinner, I headed to the kitchen to start some Stalinski signature chicken pot pies. Fourteen chicken pot pies at that, one for each pack member except Liam and myself, seeing as I'm not feeling very hungry -rather like I want to throw up- and Liam still has to live with his family. Besides the point, I'd make one for Derek and keep it warm in the oven till he got home, in fact his flight comes in at 10:15 and it's about an hour drive without traffic back here- but theirs always traffic so let's make that as a two hour drive.

God I'll be staying up late, just to make sure he gets home safe- or if I'll get a call that he needs a ride. I'm pretty sure he drove himself so his car should be in waiting there already. I'm not sure if I'll need to get him or not. Again! Besides the point I start by chopping up some carrots and celery to go in the pot pie. I always keep pre-made crust stored for nights like these, even though I hate the stuff; it's not as good as my fresh crust. But the pack doesn't seem to mind when I use it. Quickly stuffing each one of the 14 miniature pie pans with the crust and dumping in the already cut veggies I continue with corn, peas, preparing five prior defrosted chicken breast's and one slim beef slam onto a oven pan to cook on high-quick for an hour.

After starting the oven I pull off my shoes at the front door, following with my socks and a sigh. I spin around and am met with Peter cross armed and staring at me.

"Yes?" I say stepping for, "what do you need Peter?" My voice is calm and almost gentle.

"Just wondering something. Go upstairs and shower- you stink of sweat and stress. It's stinking the house." The man nodded toward the stairs and I sighed again lolling my head over my shoulder.

"Yes of course. All your sensitive noses must be so irritated with my smell- of course!" I stomp away toward the stairs. "Keep an eye on the oven I'll only be 10 minutes, nothing should need attending."

Although muttered I new that he heard it based on the soft scoff that came after. I jog up the stairs and instantly take a left, toward my room which was the second on the right of the hall. I push open my already cracked door and reveal a dim room, my bed pushed against the back wall, a light brown wooded night stand with white detail. My dresser to the right of the room; positioned diagonally across a corner with a tall standing light behind it in the corner. The light had three heads, one straight up, one toward the left to brighten my desk, and the last toward the center of the room. My desk sat under the window that looked out over the large backyard and forest beyond it.

The floor was wood, the center with a round black rug, and my clear glass and magnetic white board stood against the wall to my left. With that said I moved to my dresser and pull out some new boxers, pajama bottoms and a t-shirt to wear at least until I climbed into bed, I prefer to sleep shirtless. After gathering my towel from the hallways cabinet I head off to the community bathroom.

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