Hi! Here is my story! Feel free to give feedback! I glanced at my test and sighed. 70%. Mom wouldn't be happy…I seem to flunk every single test I take. Carefully, I slip the paper into my folder and try not to think about what might happen when I bring it home. “Carol, are you listening?” asked Mr. Huxley. Uh-oh, had he been talking to me? “Uhhhhhhhh…,” I didn’t know what to say. Mr. Huxley rolled his eyes at me and told me that my mother had called and I needed to go home right away. My mom NEVER calls the school. What could be wrong? I hoped my little brother didn’t have the flu again. My dad was rarely home so sometimes, I needed to help out around the house or take care of my brother. I quickly shoved my notebook into my book bag and slung it over my shoulder. I hurried out of the classroom, not even stopping to say goodbye. I pushed the front door of our house open and it creaked. Really loudly as usual. Ugh, I hate that door. My mom was sitting on the couch staring out into space with a frown. “Mom? What's wrong?” I asked nervously. “Hm?” she looked up with a glazed expression. “Mr. Huxley told me that you called the school. What did you need me for?” I asked loudly. “Oh, I got home from work early and I want to talk with you.” she answered, snapping back into reality. “I just wanted some time with you, before….” she stopped. Huh? Mom was usually working too hard to take time off. Well I may as well give her the bad news. Reaching into my bag, I produced the test. “I-um, well I…” I stuttered. “I got 70% again.” I admitted. “Oh honey,” my mom started to say. “It’s ok, really! I can do better, I promise.” I insisted. “No, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re not going back to school.” She whispered. READ MORE BELOW
What? But I love my school and my friends despite all of the math tests. I could never leave it. I never thought about how much they mean to me until now. Mom reached out and touched my hand. “I’m sorry. Your dad lost his job.” Your uncle has been kind enough to take us in, we are going to Florida to meet him.” She murmured. “Where is he now?” was all I could manage. “He..he left.” Mom said quietly. “He went to another country in search of a better job. I don’t know where. All he said was-was…goodbye.” Mom was sobbing now. It was more than I could handle. Too shocked to cry, I sank into my dads armchair, breathing in the sweet scent of peppermint. “We're leaving in three days. Get your stuff, one bag only.” she said carefully, wiping her eyes. I ran to my room and threw myself down on the bed, sobbing into my pillow. I might never see my dad again. Questions floated through my mind. What would the kids at school say? Would I even get to say goodbye? What was dad doing right now? Will we become even poorer? I quietly emptied my backpack and started pulling clothes out of my drawer. How could I ever fit my whole life into one bag? MORE HERE Chapter 1: you are here Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: coming soon
