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I don't remember much about the rest of the day. I don't even know how I got home.
I woke up in my bed, feeling like I had been tossed in a wood chipper.
Dad walked in, his old eyes showing understanding.
He smiles at me, "Hey, Sport, how's the heartache?".
I laugh brokenly, "Bad, really bad.".
He nods, saying, "I know, boy, I know. But you still have to move on. Your school is still expecting you to go, and so am I. I want you dressed and ready. Understand, Sport?".
I groan and shove a pillow over my head, hearing laughter from downstairs.
Great, now I was a laughing stock.
I roll out of bed, moaning when I hit the ground.
I dress for school, ignoring my growling stomach. I just happen to be a stress eater. Even though I eat a lot, I work it off.
Dad turns a blind eye to my missed breakfast. He is silent as he drives me to school.
I drag myself into school, not turning to say goodbye to my dad.
Each class I see Tessa in, I try to talk to her. Somehow she manages to avoid me.
I sit by myself at lunch, ignoring Matt and Tyler and their pleas.
I go to the library, hoping to escape the fury and my broken heart.
Hollywood curls and baby blues sit a table, staring at me.
A lump grows in my throat and I can't speak.
Tessa sighs, "Hi, remember when I had to tutor you?".
I nod, and she continues, "We can keep meeting here to tutor you, but I've moved on okay.".
It felt like a punch to my chest, and I nod like a stupid bobblehead.
That night I stayed up, an ache in my chest and tears staining my face.
I woke up in my bed, feeling like I had been tossed in a wood chipper.
Dad walked in, his old eyes showing understanding.
He smiles at me, "Hey, Sport, how's the heartache?".
I laugh brokenly, "Bad, really bad.".
He nods, saying, "I know, boy, I know. But you still have to move on. Your school is still expecting you to go, and so am I. I want you dressed and ready. Understand, Sport?".
I groan and shove a pillow over my head, hearing laughter from downstairs.
Great, now I was a laughing stock.
I roll out of bed, moaning when I hit the ground.
I dress for school, ignoring my growling stomach. I just happen to be a stress eater. Even though I eat a lot, I work it off.
Dad turns a blind eye to my missed breakfast. He is silent as he drives me to school.
I drag myself into school, not turning to say goodbye to my dad.
Each class I see Tessa in, I try to talk to her. Somehow she manages to avoid me.
I sit by myself at lunch, ignoring Matt and Tyler and their pleas.
I go to the library, hoping to escape the fury and my broken heart.
Hollywood curls and baby blues sit a table, staring at me.
A lump grows in my throat and I can't speak.
Tessa sighs, "Hi, remember when I had to tutor you?".
I nod, and she continues, "We can keep meeting here to tutor you, but I've moved on okay.".
It felt like a punch to my chest, and I nod like a stupid bobblehead.
That night I stayed up, an ache in my chest and tears staining my face.
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