Oops Sorry, Wrong Number (Fixer Upper), chapter 3
It's the next day and I wake up hearing some one crying downstairs. I was assuming it was
my mom. I guessed right. I asked her what was wrong. She sniffed a couple of tears and said,
"Sweet heart. I'm gonna tell ya right now. Daddy died in a car crash in Korea."
I felt the warm tears come crash down on me. I couldn't believe it. Why my dad? Why not
any other person? I miss my dad and this is what I get?
"Do you know if he crashed into some one or did some one crashed into him?" I asked.
"The police said that he was drunk driving." Wait...WOAH!!! My dad drunk driving? Mom
was in tears when my mouth dropped. Then I got my bag and ran to school. I didn't feel
like taking the bus home. I know where the school is.
When I got there Brooke came up to me and look confused.
"Oh god...What happened? You never take the bus when your upset..." She knows me to well.
"My dad died! He got killed in a car crash for drunk driving!" I said loud and clear were
every one could hear me. Every one around the area swarmed around me and asked me if
I was okay. The more they asked, the more I cried. Then Brooke was nice enough to bring
me to the councilors office. The councilor, Ms. Fermin couldn't believe this. Then she called
my house and told me to go home and get some rest about this.
Mom came and got me from school and we drove off. We got home and we couldn't stop
crying. Why would he do this to himself? Is this some kind of mysterious suicide? I'm just
filled with questions that are needed to be answered. Soon the phone rang. I picked it up.
"Hey, it's Tom."
"Hey, why are you calling?" I asked.
"I was worried about you, I'm sorry about your dad. Are you going to be okay?" Tom said.
"No, saying I really loved him and now he's a lost memory..." I said sniffing.
"I wish I was there with you now. Can I have your address so I can see you after school?"
I told him my address and I told him I'll see him after school. Then we hung up.
An hour later I started drawing. I love drawing! It helps with every thing for me! It's lunch
at school right now and I'm still really bummed about this. I love drawing portraits. Especially
Celebrities. The only drawing of a celebrity I've done in paint is Davey Havok. He turned out
good on my opinion. But, anyways, I like drawing. I was drawing a portrait of my dad then
the phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello?" It was Billie. I wonder why he's calling. Does he know about my dad?
"Hey, why are you wasting your time calling me?" I asked.
"Well, you're really cool. And the others wanna talk to you because I mentioned you." Billie said.
"Ummm...okay?" I gave a nervous laugh.
"Before you put on...who ever you are gonna put the phone. I need to tell you something."
I said.
"Okay, shoot," Billie said.
"My dad died today..." I said.
my mom. I guessed right. I asked her what was wrong. She sniffed a couple of tears and said,
"Sweet heart. I'm gonna tell ya right now. Daddy died in a car crash in Korea."
I felt the warm tears come crash down on me. I couldn't believe it. Why my dad? Why not
any other person? I miss my dad and this is what I get?
"Do you know if he crashed into some one or did some one crashed into him?" I asked.
"The police said that he was drunk driving." Wait...WOAH!!! My dad drunk driving? Mom
was in tears when my mouth dropped. Then I got my bag and ran to school. I didn't feel
like taking the bus home. I know where the school is.
When I got there Brooke came up to me and look confused.
"Oh god...What happened? You never take the bus when your upset..." She knows me to well.
"My dad died! He got killed in a car crash for drunk driving!" I said loud and clear were
every one could hear me. Every one around the area swarmed around me and asked me if
I was okay. The more they asked, the more I cried. Then Brooke was nice enough to bring
me to the councilors office. The councilor, Ms. Fermin couldn't believe this. Then she called
my house and told me to go home and get some rest about this.
Mom came and got me from school and we drove off. We got home and we couldn't stop
crying. Why would he do this to himself? Is this some kind of mysterious suicide? I'm just
filled with questions that are needed to be answered. Soon the phone rang. I picked it up.
"Hey, it's Tom."
"Hey, why are you calling?" I asked.
"I was worried about you, I'm sorry about your dad. Are you going to be okay?" Tom said.
"No, saying I really loved him and now he's a lost memory..." I said sniffing.
"I wish I was there with you now. Can I have your address so I can see you after school?"
I told him my address and I told him I'll see him after school. Then we hung up.
An hour later I started drawing. I love drawing! It helps with every thing for me! It's lunch
at school right now and I'm still really bummed about this. I love drawing portraits. Especially
Celebrities. The only drawing of a celebrity I've done in paint is Davey Havok. He turned out
good on my opinion. But, anyways, I like drawing. I was drawing a portrait of my dad then
the phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello?" It was Billie. I wonder why he's calling. Does he know about my dad?
"Hey, why are you wasting your time calling me?" I asked.
"Well, you're really cool. And the others wanna talk to you because I mentioned you." Billie said.
"Ummm...okay?" I gave a nervous laugh.
"Before you put on...who ever you are gonna put the phone. I need to tell you something."
I said.
"Okay, shoot," Billie said.
"My dad died today..." I said.
