2 Chapter 2
I realized I left the class pretty early because, my next class is still 25 minutes away so I headed to the library.
I got to the library with absolutely nothing in mind to do there, my next class which is art is probably the simplest class right now, but it wasn't a year ago.
I was probably the worst artist to exist, my teacher Mrs Craig would always find ways to convince me to drop art because my paintings could make a healthy man sick, but I wasn't the one to quit or run away from my problems so I started taking painting lessons.
It was so hard for me, I had to stay extra hours in my painting classes and luckily for me 6 months later i started getting the hang of it and Mrs Craig was impressed and she dropped her plans to make me drop art class and now I am one of the best artist in art class and I am always so happy whenever I have art class.
This exactly is the fulfillment I get from solving my problems.
After a few minutes of staying in the library doing nothing I decided to read a little bit, so I brought out my all time favorite book *How to commit murder and get away with it* okay I'm just joking, I just brought out the novel we were asked to read in literature class the invisible Man by Ralph Ellison. God save my soul, the novel just wasn't my style and after gazing into it for a few minutes I started feeling sleepy. So I did what every other human being would have done, I closed the book and left the library.
And as my luck would have it, the bell for the next class rang and I just headed to my next class art, and as always I was the first to arrive.
"If it isn't my favorite student" Mrs Craig said with her face full of smiles.
"Hey Mrs Craig how are you doing today" I asked while returning her smile.
"Oh I'm good sweets and I believe you are too.. you know it still surprises me how you got so good at painting...." And that's where I zoned out, Mrs Craig is so fond of rambling at my sudden talent, the woman just doesn't know how to let go of things.
"Yes Mrs Craig, I'm deeply inspired by art hence my dedication to learn painting" came the constant reply I've been giving her for over three months now and I immediately left her and went to my seat.
Few minutes later the class was filled up and we were given our work for the day "paint the weather that you feel represents you" and I started my work.
I decided to paint a cloudy weather or sky, I always felt that a cloudy sky or weather represents me because it is an unpredictable weather, you never know what a cloudy weather will bring, is it going to clear like it came, will it bring a heavy downpour or will it just bless the earth with a little sprinkle of water.
A cloudy weather always gives me immense peace because I just lay down enjoying the calmness that comes with it and wondering what the weather will bring, I was in the middle of my painting when Bryce came in.
"Thank you for gracing us with your presence Mr Pierce" Mrs Craig said sarcastically
"Always Mrs Craig" he replied with his face full of smiles and then he turned towards me and we both just glared at each other, I trying to pour out all of my hatred into my face to let him know how much I hate him while he just glared at me with hooded eyes and a blank face.
That irritated me more because I never knew what exactly he was feeling with that blank face of his but one thing was for sure, we both hate each other, after a few moments he smiled at me and took an empty chair and I saw him speaking to a dude and I returned to my work.
I finished painting a few moments before the final bell and I took my piece to Mrs Craig who was singing my praises till Bryce submitted his.
One more reason I hate Bryce, he always seemed better than me at things especially art, he could paint I admit, his paintings are always so beautiful and that always made him feel he was better than me or so I like to think.
I quickly peeked at his painting, he painted a stormy weather and holy Mary it was beautiful, the bell rang and broke me out of my trance with his painting, I immediately turned around and left before he starts thinking I'm intrigued by his painting, which I am.
The hallway was already crowded when I came out and I wasn't surprised because it is the final bell for the day. I rushed to my locker collected the books I'll need at home and left for the parking lot where I usually waited for Susan to drive me home.
And for the first time in forever she was there before me, "hey sussy" I greeted her as I walked to the car
"Hey girl hop in, I'm a hurry" she said and I quickly entered the car
"What's up where are you rushing to?"I asked her as I adjusted my seatbealt and made myself comfortable
"I have to babysit my little cousin and I don't wanna be late" she said excitedly... Oh well
"Okay then"
10 minutes later I was home " thanks sussy" I said and stepped out of the car
"you're welcome girl, I'm gonna call you later bye" and she speed off before I got the chance to reply, so typical of her.
I quickly rushed inside my house, the only place I love so much and the sight before me wasn't what i was expecting.
What in bikini bottom is happening here! "Mum!! Dad!!" I screamed out in horror, they both turned towards me in shock with a loud gasp " oh my God, cara when did you get back, oh goodness" my mum said in shock.
" Mum what the fudge are you two doing, oh God"I screamed out in horror, I can't believe my parents were having sex in the living room!!!
"Hunny we are so sorry, it just kinda happened we were..." My dad started speaking but I cut him off
" no no no, I don't wanna hear it, I didn't see this nope, not at all I wasn't here" I immediately closed my eyes and tried to get to my room with my eyes closed, and I was successful. Jeez I can't believe I saw my parents doing the dirty, you know what? I'm going to go watch my eyes out with soap, no a bleach will be preferable.
I entered the bathroom and started taking my bath but I just can't unsee what I saw down there, the image is stuck in my head it's tormenting me.
I only got out of the bathroom when I heard my mum calling for me downstairs, so I took my time in putting my clothes on before going downstairs.
"Yes mum" I answered when I got to the kitchen, where she was obviously calling me from, "hunny please sit down" she said too sweetly and I did as she asked
" we are truly sorry about earlier, we didn't mean for you to you know catch us, we didn't even mean to do it in the living room but we were just caught up in the moment" she said while placing a plate of cookies right before me, oh so she's into bribery now, that's good I've been craving cookies anyway.
"yes dear we are sorry" my dad said while placing an orange juice before me ohh, how I love my family they know the right strings to pull
"well mum and dad, you both are forgiven but please do not scar me like that again, imagine I came in here with sussy" I said with a cringe
" well we thank God you didn't" they both said together
"And oh.. thank you for your gift" I said happily
"you're welcome, well we'll be upstairs being good parents, don't disturb us okay? Just eat your cookies and drink your juice, okay hunny?" My mum said while dragging my dad upstairs.
"Sure mum I won't dare disturb you guys"I said while bringing the cookies closer to me "especially when I know what good parents you both will be up there"
When they were out of sight I started eating my cookies and sipping my juice till I finished it all, and now I'm about to go to my part-time job at Mama Brook's cafe.
Yup I have a job, got one last 2 summers because I wanted to feel independent and know what it feels like to earn my money, my parents didn't want me to at first because they have enough, but they have one stubborn daughter.
" Mum, Dad I'm off to work" I informed them from downstairs not even trying to take the risk of going upstairs when I got no response I just left cause they were being good parents at the moment.
When I got to Mama Brook's cafe, it was filled up as usual and as usual, I'm glad I didn't get the waitress job, I work at the counter.
"Hey Beatrice,how you doing today" I greeted my co-worker who I was about to take over from
"Oh thank goodness you are here and I'm fine" she said and immediately got out from the counter and removed her uniform before dashing out, did I forget to tell you that Beatrice hates working and is only doing this because she needs to?
I took over from her and resumed my work, and I was enjoying it only because I get to count money, and after a few tiring hours of working I did my daily account and headed home. It was already 7:15pm but I still decided to trek home because my house is just a 15 minutes walk from here.
And as always I got to the particular spot that I don't like passing because of the memories I had there.
It was an abandoned playground where Bryce and I played a lot, where we both met, where we formed a friendship so strong and a love so strong, where we made lots of memories, where the hatred started and the place where we both separated.
*Hold on Bryce, come back Bryce" I giggled as I chased him
" c c come catch m me ca-ca" he stuttered while running around... He gave me the name caca because of his stuttering problem
I quickly shook my head, this memory doesn't exist anymore, it was a mistake, I was about to walk away when I noticed a figure standing there. I strained my eyes to see who it is and when the person turned, it was the one and only Bryce.
Speak of the devil and he appears. When he turned, I was ready to give him my deadliest glare but then I saw his eyes, they were bloodshot and I immediately gasped, I tried getting closer to him but i stopped myself turned around and left.
"I'm home family" I shouted as I walked into the house waiting for my warm welcome.
"Shut up Cara we are watching a movie" my dad shouted back there it is, the warm welcome
" If you are hungry there are some leftovers in the microwave or you can order pizza" my mum shouted. Okay, why is everyone shouting? anyway I think I'll skip dinner.
I got to my room and brought out some of my assignments to work on. They aren't due yet but, I don't want to do them in a rush now do I?! So I start off early.
When I was done solving a few problems which were a bit difficult because Bryce's bloodshot eyes kept creeping into my mind, I closed my books packed them and went to my bed.
But I couldn't get any sleep, his bloodshot eyes reminds me so much of his drawing*what's wrong with Bryce* No that's not my problem, it's his problem and he should solve it by himself that is if he doesn't runaway from it like he always does, and with that I fell asleep.
