I smiled as I went into creative writing. I knew very well he didn’t have to do that. Usually your next teacher assigns someone else to show you your next hour. As the day continued I found out I had English, Drawing, and Precalc with him too. Not to mention lunch. Isn’t that incredible luck? Four classes plus homeroom! I think I found Nebraska.
That day, I went home smiling. Until, that is, I actually got home.
Dad was drinking (as usual) on the couch painting on a canvas. He’s a pretty well-known painter so we’re able to travel a lot. I walked in the front door and he looked up.
Dad: How was school?
Me: Fine.
Him: Make any friends?
Me:One
Him (surprised): Well, that’s great.
Of course, he doesn’t care to continue the subject.
Him: I’m going out tonight.
I am silent.
Him: Just to look around the new town, ok?
I shake my head, I cannot believe this is happening so soon. Me: Yeah, whatever. See you in the morning.
As I walk up the stairs I add one more thing.
Me: In the bathroom, throwing up.