Deadwood Academy

Arrival

Chapter 2

The day was here and I was dreading it I don’t want to leave this is my home. Slowly I packed my bags and things I wanted to take with me even though I don’t want to take anything I want to leave it all here I don’t even want to go.

As the minutes ticked by I began to feel very emotional as I sat her on the end of my bed thinking of all the good and bad that’s happened here in this room and all the good things I’ll miss out on while I’m not here.

“Violet it’s time to go” dad yelled from down stairs.

I must have been packing as I was thinking about everything because neatly on my bed sat my suitcases and a few things I wanted to take with me. Gathering up my bags and looking over my room one final time before walking out and closing the door behind me.

I walked down stairs carrying one bag and dragging the other behind me. Dad had already loaded a few bags and boxes into the car while I was day dreaming. I was aware he walked into my room earlier and began to remove things.

It’s like my parents didn’t want me anymore. They seemed to be in such a hurry for me to be out of the house.

“About time we’re running late” dad said in a ticked off tone.

“Sorry I don’t want to leave” I said as tears began to form.

“Don’t start with the water works Vi they aren’t going to work this time”

“Dad” was all I managed to get out before he held up his hand

We loaded the car with the remaining of my things I was taking along with me. mum said he goodbyes before she left for work this morning and promised she’d come visit me once I was settled in and she could arrange to get time off work.

I knew I shouldn’t hold my breathe mum worked a lot and hardly ever got to take time off because she’d worry she wouldn’t be able to catch up. The drive began and I was already holding back the tears and memories. I never got to say a big good bye to my friends but I would email them all and tell them about my new school.

I knew it was a stupid way to say good-bye but what other choice do I have I’m already on my way and it was too late. I didn’t speak to my dad and he didn’t try and speak to me and I was fine with that.

He was the one who wanted me gone so the silent treatment was fine with me because I knew if I was to speak I’d end up yelling at him and saying things I would later regret.

I put my ear phones in and turned my music up until I had lady gaga singing about being born this way into my ears the music was that loud I bet dad could hear it while he was sitting beside me driving.

During the trip I nodded off I woke a few hours later as dad was pulling into a fast food restaurant.

“What would you like to eat” he asked as he parked the car and grabbed his wallet out of the centre consol.

“Coke and a chicken and salad wrap” I replied while looking out the car window into the darkness.  

He nodded in response and hoped out of the car and made his way inside to order our food. I had no doubt that I was meant to stay in the car and eat when he got back so I done as I was expected.

Just as I thought dad arrived back to the car carrying our bags of food. We ate in silence, once we both finished dad gathered up the rubbish and went and threw it in the bin.

“I’m sorry” dad whispered as he started the car and began to drive again.

According to the navigation system he should arrive at our destination in just under thirty minutes. I took a few side way glances at dad as we started to get closer I could see little beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead and he was a little jittery.