Semua Bab Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me: Bab 21 - Bab 30

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.

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

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.

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

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?”