Tudor the Tutor (13) – Story

Today wasn’t the best for me; somebody had been told about my Mom in the hospital, and they told the whole school. So, the whole day I was obtaining hugs from people all day and hearing how sorry they had been. So, what, when my Mom had OD’d I got pushed around but in a car crash it’s such a terrible thing?

Give me a fucking break.

Even I was surprised at my own attitude; Benji made a snide comment that I was like a rabid dog today.

I called work to tell them I couldn’t come in today. They both understood, and had been overly assuring that I didn’t have to worry about anything. Somebody had told them.

Even the teachers had been nicer. They spoke sweeter, politer, gave me little treats, and even gave me extra points on assignments. I pointed out a flaw on a pop quiz, where the teacher commented one thing along the lines of “You get the points just for my own mistake.”

Yeah, this would sound like Heaven to somebody else. My Mom’s in the hospital and everybody’s trying to be nice to me now, yay. Hell no. They couldn’t spare me a tear when I almost got sold for a thin white line, but now she’s dying, I get so much sympathy? No, that’s not how this works, I’m freaking offended.

I was so angry I snapped at Jo during Gym. She was trying to tell me about how putting an ax under your bed would cut the pain of childbirth, when I suddenly snarled, “Or the mom will kill the little brat – that’s where that superstition came from!”

Roland soothed her, told her what my situation was, and Jo went off using a wave. Roland stuck to my side.

“So, what’s up with you, today?” He asked cooly. He was wearing a black beanie today, which went well using the whole blue and black attire he chose today.

“I don’t hear from you for several days and now you’re curious?” I let out a harsh laugh. “My mom’s in the hospital. Might die.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah, just like everybody else it,” I muttered.

Roland grabbed my arm and steered me away from the walking track and towards the back of the school. “Where are we going?” I asked, feeling suddenly a bit scared. Roland looked different right now.

He brought me to a motorcycle vehicle – there was a helmet on the seat that had Ducati written on it. The vehicle was black and lime green, with l acid-like burns on it. Roland got on, putting on a leather jacket, and tossed me the helmet, along with another leather jacket.

“Put them on,” he ordered.

I stared at him. “Are you high?”

“Not right now,” he answered, then turned on the engine. It started easily, going from a scary roar to a fiery purr. “You coming or what?”

I bit my lip for a moment, then put on the jacket and stuffed the helmet on my head. I grabbed Roland’s waist after I got on.

“Hold on tight,” he said, and then we had been flying.

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“C, you can let go now,” Roland said in an amused voice.

“No, I can’t. I’m going to stay here forever because you’ve scared me,” I said with my voice shaking.

Roland laughed deeply and got off the bike. I let go of him so I wouldn’t be dragged away. He picked me up off the bike, and lifted the helmet from my head. I smiled as he tried to tame my wild red hair, then watched as he gave up and took off his own helmet. Thanks to the beanie, his dreads had been untouched.

The appear on his face was serious. “You asked where I was the past couple of days,” he started. Roland pointed to a building in the distance. I winced, trying to read the sign, but I still couldn’t read it.

I looked at Roland in confusion. “It’s rehab, you realize, for drug addicts. I’ve spent the last couple of days there, and that’s where I stay at night.”

I blinked. “So you’ve stopping the drugs?”

Roland shifted weight from foot to foot, hands behind his back as he looked down. “Yeah. When I turn eighteen, I’m going to have to spend a month in jail, but they’re giving me a break, really, but… yeah… I’m working on stopping.”

I stared at him for a moment before murmuring, “I’m happy for you.” I looked in the Ducati. “So, did you get the bike by drug money?”

“No; Nik let me borrow it.”

“You know Nik? And he rides a motorcycle?“

“I know everybody. And, yeah, that’s his.”

I stared at him. “But… why did he let you borrow it?”

Roland shrugged. “He knew you had been dealing with one thing, and he said you needed to tell somebody. So, he chose me. Cause I’m awesome like that.”

I smiled slightly, and stared in the rehabilitation center that sat in the distance.

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Bookworm – Haha. That sounds like my Mom. On the weekends, I’ll complain about how bored I am, and she says, “Do you want to work?” Which normally makes me quiet. Home school? Interesting. And now I am curious.

REGINA – Thanks!

Sara K. – Your name kind of scares me; my friend’s name is Sara, and her last name starts having a K. I almost passed out there. Anyway, I suppose right now the male protagonist would be Nik, though he may have some competition in the future. Still not quiet sure yet. Anyways, thanks for commenting! I feel so special for being the first one you commented on.

Real Me Leotie – My friends are in cross country (mandatory, they have basketball) using the creepy science teacher… half the girls at my school want to date him… *Shivers.* Anyway, I’m much more a writer – duh – than somebody who would do push ups or anything, though I run around in circles for a couple of hours while listening to music.

Wow. And I thought I had it rough; my friends give me sympathy for my youth. Just consider yourself a young genius, if you ever get worried. It works for me… until I see the math scores…

Ninety degrees during the day, sixty degrees at night. Everybody’s acquiring sick because of it. And the trees are acquiring all brown. No reds or orange… just brown.

I may have plans this weekend, so I thought I’d post in case I couldn’t this weekend.

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