Treasure Hunt (boyxboy)

Treasure Hunt | Chapter One

Treasure Hunt - Chapter One

I could never concentrate, could never focus. I tapped my foot harshly against the multi–shaded blue carpet. What used to be the equations of my geometry test now floated around the paper. I blinked my eyes shut repeatedly, even squeezed, but to no avail. They continued to dance.

I sighed in frustration and got up. I set my test on the teacher's desk. "I can't do it."

Miss Thorton looked at me, "Your grades are rapidly declining, Dalton. You went from being an A+ student to barely maintaining a D-."

I gulped. "I can't focus on anything."

"Are you have problems at home, Dalton? I want you to be completely honest with me, sweetheart."

I shook my head. "No."

She hesitated and then took my test. "You can finish it on Monday, as for now, I think it's best if you went home."

I sighed as she signed me a pass to the attendance office. Meanwhile, I texted my mother, telling her to call and release me from school.

Again.

I drove myself home with my mom's permission; cringing as I walked in the front door, much like I had done for the last almost three months. Home is where you're supposed to feel safe, not want to climb into the shower and scrub yourself raw.

I discarded my winter jacket and shoes into the hall closet where my mother thought it best hidden away from company. I then climbed the stairs as fast as I could, closing my bedroom door behind myself. I threw my bag down and sat on my bed.

"Dalton?" It wasn't long before my mom knocked on my bedroom door. "Sweetheart?" She opened it and sighed to herself. "How are you feeling?"

I played with the hem of my sweatshirt and shrugged. "Don't really know."

She sat on the edge of my bed. "What was it, today?"

"I can't concentrate on anything, anymore."

"Is it headache, migraines, what...?" She caressed my face.

"I just can't focus on things." I shrugged. "I don't know what it is."

"Your grades are suffering for it, Dal; your guidance counselor wants to set up a meeting."

"Why?" I said.

"Because you're failing."

"I have a D-!"

"From an A."

"It's not my fault!" I shouted, suddenly unable to stand my mother's presence.

"You've also gotten extremely mouthy, lately, as well..." She was talking to herself, and then turned back to me. "What's going on with you?"

I sighed and shrugged, going back to playing with the hem. "I wish I knew."

--- Ariel ---