All My Fault, chapter 2
After I recovered from my phone call with my father, I walked back over to my mom.
"Mom, he's a rotten bastard. You can't let him take me...you just can't. I hate him! I..I..."
"Honey, there's nothing I can do." Mom said between sighs, "Go and pack your things."
"But Mom! I don't wanna go with him! He's only doing this to hurt you! He's a piece of shit! A real douche bag! Mom, I can't go! All my friends are here! School is here! My whole life is here!"
"I said there's nothing I can do. And speaking of those things, the principal called today. You've been expelled. EXPELLED! He said you skip all of you're classes, and when you do fucking show up, all you do is cause trouble. So go pack your shit. End of argument."
I couldn't believe what was happening. One day I was hanging out with my friends, talking about dropping out of school, and the next day I was being expelled and moved to a different state. I went to pack, knowing I couldn't talk my way out of this one. I threw my clothes in a duffle bag, cursing at my father under my breath. Then the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
"Listen, kid. Change of plans. I'm coming to pick you up today. So get all your shit and be outside waiting in a half an hour."
"Wha-" I was cut off by a click.
What a bastard. He can't just let his daughter be happy. Has to be a fucking douche. I sighed and finished packing. Well, he is gonna regret doing this. I'll fucking show him.
A half an hour later I was outside of the apartment building. A crappy little station wagon pulled up and my dad yelled, "Get in."
An hour after that i was in a plane flying to california. I had refused to sit next to my father, and I spat in his face when he said, "Call me dad."
"I'll call you whatever I want Brad."
He sighed. "Just go to sleep or something. We'll be there soon and you can meet who we're staying with."
"And that is...?"
"My girlfriend and her kid Sam. She's about your age. 15, right?"
"You should know that, you rotten piece of shi-"
"Watch your mouth. I don't put up with that."
"Learn to. 'Cause I'm not changing for a douche bag like you."
After the plane landed we got in a rent-a-car and drove to some crappy little house in Berkely. Brad (We were on a first name basis now) offered to get my bag but I wasn't letting him touch my stuff. I went up and knocked on the door. A short lady with blonde hair answered the door.
"Hi! You must be Brad's daughter. Haylie is it?"
"Yeah. Haylie."
"Well come in! I'm Katie, and my daughter Sam is somewhere around here. Sam! Come downstairs and meet the guests!" she called up the stairs.
A girl about my age came down the stairs. I did a double-take. Her hair was dyed red. Bright red. Like, fire engine red. With yellow streaks. Not blonde, flat-out yellow. She was wearing a Ramones concert t-shirt and baggy black faded jeans.
"Hey, I'm Sam.
"I'm Haylie."
"Here I'll show you where your room is."
Sam looked like a girl I would be friends with. She was into the Ramones, which was already a plus. I missed home, but this place wasn't so bad. I'll have to see how this works out. It might not be so bad...
"Mom, he's a rotten bastard. You can't let him take me...you just can't. I hate him! I..I..."
"Honey, there's nothing I can do." Mom said between sighs, "Go and pack your things."
"But Mom! I don't wanna go with him! He's only doing this to hurt you! He's a piece of shit! A real douche bag! Mom, I can't go! All my friends are here! School is here! My whole life is here!"
"I said there's nothing I can do. And speaking of those things, the principal called today. You've been expelled. EXPELLED! He said you skip all of you're classes, and when you do fucking show up, all you do is cause trouble. So go pack your shit. End of argument."
I couldn't believe what was happening. One day I was hanging out with my friends, talking about dropping out of school, and the next day I was being expelled and moved to a different state. I went to pack, knowing I couldn't talk my way out of this one. I threw my clothes in a duffle bag, cursing at my father under my breath. Then the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
"Listen, kid. Change of plans. I'm coming to pick you up today. So get all your shit and be outside waiting in a half an hour."
"Wha-" I was cut off by a click.
What a bastard. He can't just let his daughter be happy. Has to be a fucking douche. I sighed and finished packing. Well, he is gonna regret doing this. I'll fucking show him.
A half an hour later I was outside of the apartment building. A crappy little station wagon pulled up and my dad yelled, "Get in."
An hour after that i was in a plane flying to california. I had refused to sit next to my father, and I spat in his face when he said, "Call me dad."
"I'll call you whatever I want Brad."
He sighed. "Just go to sleep or something. We'll be there soon and you can meet who we're staying with."
"And that is...?"
"My girlfriend and her kid Sam. She's about your age. 15, right?"
"You should know that, you rotten piece of shi-"
"Watch your mouth. I don't put up with that."
"Learn to. 'Cause I'm not changing for a douche bag like you."
After the plane landed we got in a rent-a-car and drove to some crappy little house in Berkely. Brad (We were on a first name basis now) offered to get my bag but I wasn't letting him touch my stuff. I went up and knocked on the door. A short lady with blonde hair answered the door.
"Hi! You must be Brad's daughter. Haylie is it?"
"Yeah. Haylie."
"Well come in! I'm Katie, and my daughter Sam is somewhere around here. Sam! Come downstairs and meet the guests!" she called up the stairs.
A girl about my age came down the stairs. I did a double-take. Her hair was dyed red. Bright red. Like, fire engine red. With yellow streaks. Not blonde, flat-out yellow. She was wearing a Ramones concert t-shirt and baggy black faded jeans.
"Hey, I'm Sam.
"I'm Haylie."
"Here I'll show you where your room is."
Sam looked like a girl I would be friends with. She was into the Ramones, which was already a plus. I missed home, but this place wasn't so bad. I'll have to see how this works out. It might not be so bad...
