When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 9

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Ray

The room is quiet except for Miranda’s low whimpers. I looked at her as she gripped onto her notebook that she’s been carrying around for the past two days. She wouldn’t let us look at it so we stopped asking. No one has been saying much to each other.

I convinced Danny to go to work on Monday. It made me sick that I had to do it but we needed the money real bad now. Mom couldn’t really function right so my aunts decided to plan the funeral. Miranda and I stayed home from school. She asked me when she would be able to go back.

“When ever your ready.” I told her.

“What about you?”

“I’m not going back. I need to work.”

“But dad said-”

“Miranda, don’t argue with me okay?”

I decided it would be best to drop out and look for work. I wasn’t sure who would hire me but I was thinking about that construction site Dad was talking about. I’m sure they’d help out if I told them what happened.

We planned the funeral for Saturday.

My whole family came to stay with us, helping my Mom out. She hasn’t said much to anyone and she can barely look like me since I look like him so much.

Its getting harder for me not to cry. I did when the doctors told me he didn’t make it but I havent cried since. I need to be strong for them. Danny might have been the oldest, but I always had my dads traits, which meant when things got rough, I held on and kept everything together. I tried to make everything okay by being strong and not breaking down. Just like my dad.

I sat on the curb of my street and looked up at the sky. It was night and the stars had a way of shining real bright when the moon was out. No clouds invaded the dark blue mass of paint freckled with tiny dots of bright lights. When I was younger I used to think I could count every star in the sky in one night. But bye the time I got up to fifty I would lose count and forget what number came next. Also, it was a mere struggle just to get up to that number. But my dad always helped me when it came to school. He wanted me to succeed when it came to my education. He would make sure I would go to the after school programs, do my flashcards on the weekends, and he even found me a tutor.

Nothing worked though.

There was something off about me when it came to learning.

Nothing caught on with me. Then, when I reached sixth grade I started saying fuck it to all my work. Somehow I made it to senior year.

Now I don’t know what to do.

We need money and I know I can’t do both…but then maybe I can…

I have to find a way to balance school and work. I don’t want to go over my dads wishes but right now I think I’m going to have to. I know that construction job is an all day thing. It’ll make me decent money and we’ll be okay.

I don’t want my ma or Miranda to struggle anymore. I want Miranda to be able to go to the mall with her friends and see a movie or have money to buy her yearbooks. I want her to enjoy her freedom because I know for sure its going to help her in the long run.

I have to find a better life for her.

For my family.

I’m going to have to quit school and call up Marcos. I know he’ll hire me.