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The drive home was way too short in my opinion. I pulled into my driveway with the Proclaimers blaring from the speakers. I got out with my sunglasses and grinned at my mother who was rushing towards me.
“Hey Ma!” I said and gave her a massive hug and did a tiny dance with her.
“Don’t you dare do that to us ever again you hear?” she yelled but returned the hug nonetheless.
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My father had rushed me to the emergency room. Apparently he had seen Miss Preston leave in a terrible hurry. He was walking over to my house when the window got smashed.He sat next to my bed while the doctors stitched me up and put my hand in a cast.“What made you do this?” he asked sympathetically while he stitched the numb arm.“Woman troubles from the looks of the one that ran
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My mother woke me in the morning or breakfast. My hand hurt like hell but I grit my teeth and didn’t say a word about it. I tried to stay awake but failed horribly. Before I knew it the holidays were over and I was getting dressed for school. The cast had been taken off and replaced by a tighter sponge cast that I could take off to clean the cuts. The doctor had looked at the wounds and had decided to leave the stitches in another couple of days.I drove myself to school, music down low. I was met by a couple of seniors in the parking lot. They chatted around me and took my bag to carry it to class. I had half a dozen people around me. I shook my head and looked for Tommy who was off to one s
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The light was rather bright. I heard people talk about ripped stitches and wounds and blood loss but I couldn’t put them all together. “She has a fresh needle mark in the centre of her right arm. Test for drugs, she was here previously for a drug over dose.” I heard people call out.People were talking and yelling around and above me, talking things that sounded like gibberish. After a while I felt that I was on the move again and taken to a quieter place. The doctor stood in my room, talking to someone as if he was giving them a
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My father picked me up from the hospital. We drove in silence to the house. He tried talking to me but I was not in the mood to speak to him. He took my overnight bag and dropped it in my house before he said“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with us?” “Yeah. Thanks dad. I think I’ll be going to take a nap.” I replied with certainty.
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School was finally over. It was the first day I successfully avoided Miss Preston and Miss Sheldon. I walked through the crowded hallways to my car, listening to the just completed Biology lesson. I was walking past Mr Berk’s class when I heard a slight commotion in the room. I stopped in the door and watched him teach.“Andy? What are you doing here?” he asked carefully.“Are you giving extra maths lessons sir?” I asked him carefully.
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I got into a solid routine the next week. Wake up an hour early, do any homework I had neglected the previous day, shower, go to school, home and then work. On the next week I went back to the hospital on Wednesday to take the cast of. The wounds had healed nicely, leaving only thin pink scars. The doctor complimented me and told me to take care before he left me to sign out and go home. It was so much easier to work without the cast. I did my job and got out of there as fast as I could. I was tired but still had some homework to do.My mother&rsqu
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Mr Stevens caught up to me at the car. I ignored him, unlocked the car, dumped my bag in the bag seat and got in. He got in on the other side.“What are you doing?” I asked him furiously.“Pretend I’m not here. Drive.” He said and faced front.I shook my head at him and did just that. I drove. But instead of turning right at the school gates I turned left and headed for
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The amount of cars in the driveway told me in how much trouble I was in but none more than the glares from my father when I pulled up. “Where were you?” he yelled when I opened my door.He took a look at my clothes and said in a soft whisper“You went out there again?”
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