Dad’s been acting a little strange lately; he’s been at the ‘gym’ a lot! I mean a lot…
I think he’s up to something, he’s never like this! He’s been so suspicious recently; I think he’s hiding something… It’s not like him to act like that. Maybe I should ask him? I’ll leave it a few days; I need to catch him out. I wonder what he’s up to!
Anyway, I have to do his homework, like he told me to. Maybe I should let him fail? Nope, he’d beat me up. It’s nearly complete anyway. I just wish people would stop bullying me; it hurts to know that no-one likes me, and that everyone thinks I’m an answers book for a test or a homework assignment just because I’m clever. I get taken advantage of. I think the only thing that would keep me happy and stop me from feeling that low would be if I had a pet, maybe a dog? I love animals! I would love to have a dog as a birthday present, I’ve always wanted one!
Enough day-dreaming from me, I have to hop to bed! I’m getting kind of tired! I hope I feel better tomorrow; I can never concentrate in class.
Today, I feel… Well not 100% better but a little bit better than I was yesterday!
I pushed the duvet off my legs and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
“Crap! I forgot to finish his homework! And it’s 6:30, I have no time! I have to get dressed and get a shower and have breakfast! Oh, well, he deserves it! How can’t he do his own homework? He gets all the credit for something I did! He’s got some nerve doing that! I’m going to get revenge.
I stared at my clock, time was ticking onwards. I pulled myself up from my bed and finally woke from my sleepy gaze. I dragged myself towards the door and something hit me. The smell of pancakes!!!!! I ran into the kitchen and sat down at the table, Dad was making pancakes? Oh, what a sight. Never in my entire life had he cooked anything. Mum was the only one who did it. We used to make fairy cakes with Simsbury’s chocolate buttons, and Tory used to help me stick the buttons on. That was when she was kind-hearted and cared about me.
*AN: Simsbury’s buttons= Cadbury’s chocolate buttons, Sims style!*
I went and got a shower, made my bed and went into to the kitchen and ran for the last remaining pancakes. I was so hungry, I could eat ANYTHING! Tory must of left early to go to school and revise for her test later on..
Just as I took a plate of Pancakes, I heard the School bus pull up at the side of the road. I left my pancakes on the table, and ran for the bus, dragging my bag behind me. I went out and jumped onto the school bus and took a seat at the front of the bus. Tory wasn’t there, not a sign of her. Probably revising like I thought!
The next thing I knew the bus had pulled up on the pavement of the school, I must have been day dreaming while I was on the bus, or time flies.
I jumped off the bus, looking for him. No sign of him! Maybe I would have a bully-free day?!
As I walked through the doors of the School, I scanned the corridor looking for him. Still no sign of him!
The school bell rang and I went to class, Maths, the best!
As the bus drove past me, I ran from my hiding place towards the park.
Peter was there waiting for me, sitting on the swing. I could almost feel his lips on mine and I could hear his voice.
“Hey!” Peter said as I walked closer.
“Hi” I replied.
As I approached him he jumped off the swing and came to hug me.
“Did you get out your house without anybody seeing?” he asked.
“Yes! Of course!” I assured him, “My sister was pre- occupied and my Dad sleeps till like… noon!”
“Good! Now we can get on with our little date!” He replied.
To be honest, I thought his words were a little cheesy and a bit too flirty for my liking!
“Sure! So… Where are you taking me?” I asked, curiously.
“You’ll have to come and see!” He giggled.
He grabbed my hand, and led me towards his car. He never told me he learnt to drive! Wow! But he’s still a teen?
He put a blindfold over my eyes so I couldn’t see where we were going. All I could sense was him opening the door and him fastening my seat belt. In an instant his engine was revving and I felt the car pull out of the parking space onto the main road. I felt happy inside, someone actually cared about me and I knew he put a lot of thinking and planning into our “little date”. I had skipped school for this and suddenly it was all completely worthwhile. An excited feeling bubbled up inside of me and I couldn’t resist any longer!
“Come on! Just tell me where the heck we’re going!” I said trying to convince him to tell me.
Where was he taking me? What were we going to be doing? There were so many questions I wanted the answer to. I wouldn’t think he was the romantic one. When I first met him, he was quite mean, but then we started to become friends and I saw the side of him I loved. The nice side of him.
“Tory, you’re very impatient! Calm down! Were nearly there! Not long to go…” I heard him say.
“I’m sorry, Peter, It’s just who I am!” I replied, lowering my head and playing with my fingers.
Peter’s car came to a stop, and I got even more excited! I think I was over-reacting…
“Tory, were here.” Peter told me. “I’ll get you out of the car; you just sit there, ok?”
“Sure, whatever you say babe!” I said.
I heard him get out of the car, and shut his door. He pulled the car door open and the cold air from outside hit my face. It was getting a little warm in the car.
He led me out of the car, and I asked if I could take my blindfold off yet.
“No Way” He replied, taking my hand yet again and began leading me forward. Usually I wouldn’t have felt safe but with him there, helping me with every step I felt safer than walking with my eyes open. I trusted him with my whole heart, more than I had ever trusted anyone before and I was positive he wouldn’t let me down. I loved him and he loved me! That was the way it was meant to be!
Finally, after what seemed like two decades of walking in silence, down a hill (blindfolded ) we came to a stop. Peter let go of my hand and walked round behind me. He began to untie the knot holding my blindfold on. I was really excited to see what he came up with!
“Now, please don’t say a word and just sit down” He whispered into my ear as he slipped my blindfold off revealing the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I was standing in a clearing in the forest, somewhere I have never been in my entire life and it was utterly breath-taking! In amongst all the colourful wild flowers and plants lay a small blanket and a picnic basket. I was about to say my thanks to him but then I remembered he told me to sit down, so I walked over to the blanket and sat down.
“So…. Do you like this place?” He finally asked breaking the dreadful silence that hung over us.
“Absolutely!” I said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Great. It was my Mothers favourite place before she died” he said. “She used to take me here when I was younger and I used to play amongst all the wild flowers. I remember that she would always bring a little picnic for lunch, filled with my favourite foods and we would sit here forever having the time of our lives.
“Occasionally, my father would join us as well and after lunch he would take me fishing in the little pond just over there. My mother would tidy up our leftovers and then come to watch us, reading her book or knitting her latest project. Some nights we would even stay to see the sunset and it was just complete bliss”.
I watched him intently, speechless at what he was saying. He seemed so lost in the moment, in his best memories. I really didn’t want to interrupt him.
“But then it all changed!” He almost yelled, general anger filling his voice. “My mother went and got herself killed in some random freak accident and… and…. and….”. He paused and suddenly turned towards me, staring me in the eyes. I knew is eyes were glazed over with tears, but it was obviously a very touchy, delicate subject to him and I really didn’t blame him for being so upset. When my Mum died it seemed as though I lost all hope in life and nobody really cared but if my Mum had died in some freak accident like his everything would be a whole lot worse!
“I’m sorry for boring you like that! You probably didn’t want to hear all that” He said quickly.
“Oh no, it was incredibly interesting and I would love to hear some more” I replied, hoping to cheer him up even in the slightest.
“No! It’s fine I guess I just got caught in the moment and blurted some nonsense out”.
“That wasn’t nonsense, Peter, that was your feelings and sometimes it’s better just to let them out rather have them all bottled up inside of you” I replied.
He walked over to me and sat down next to me, sighing. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” he asked, a grin appearing on his face.
“Yes, but only like 100 times already” I replied, chuckling to myself.
“Well then I’ll tell you again” he said leaning in for a kiss. “Tory Wesson, I love you”.
He pressed his lips against mine and I could feel myself melt into his arms.
We broke our kiss long enough for me to mutter “I love you too”.
************************* 2 Hours Later****************************
I sighed opening my front door and stepping inside. I sure hoped my Dad was out job hunting or else I’d be dead meat. School didn’t finish for another 45 minutes and it would be kind of clear that I had skived for the day.
Please, please, please I thought as I walked down the hall way. I pressed my hand against the cold door knob and took a deep breath before pushing open the door to reveal …….. MY DAD SITTING TALKING WITH ANOTHER LADY!!!!!