All Down Hill From Here
Chapter 6 Part 2
Sequel of
'UPSIDE DOWN'
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The
police had left within the hour. Having cleaned the
blood off the floor and taking my dad in a body bag.
I picked up the phone again and started to dial my
mom’s number. I had hardly talked to her over
the summer. I guess now was good as any. 1
ring, 2 rings, it kept ringing and went to voice mail.
“Hi, this is Amanda Phillips. Can’t come to the phone right now, leave a message.” The answering machine said. There was a beep at the other end. I took in a deep breath.
“Hi, mom. Listen, I know we hadn’t talked to each other in a while. I’ve been ignoring your calls, but I just wanted to tell you…” Tell her what? That her husband is dead. I couldn’t do that to her. “I just miss you, call me back please” I say before pressing the ‘end call’ button.
I was going to end up homeless. I’d be evicted before my birthday next month. I wasn’t considered old enough to live on my own. I had to stay with a friend, until I would be able to get a job and get an apartment of my own.
It was already almost 2 hours into the school day, so I sat down on the couch and looked at my hands. I wasn’t going to miss him but I still felt left alone. I went to my room and opened my drawers. I slipped on a pair of shorts and a pink crop top that ended just above my belly button. Pulling on my black sandals, I walked out the back door and down the beach.
I took a deep breathe of the sea air, so it filled my lungs. People were scattered everywhere. In the water or on the sand. Most were parents and small children, taken the fact school was in. Many of the little kids were building sand castles.
I smiled. I envied these kids. I wanted to be young again, care-free. Building sandcastles, playing dress-up and getting in my mom’s make-up. Not caring what I looked like. Then, everything had changes. You had to look right and dress right to be accepted. You were based on your appearance.
I sighed at myself, thinking. I’d give anything to turn back the clock. To do things differently.
“Hi, this is Amanda Phillips. Can’t come to the phone right now, leave a message.” The answering machine said. There was a beep at the other end. I took in a deep breath.
“Hi, mom. Listen, I know we hadn’t talked to each other in a while. I’ve been ignoring your calls, but I just wanted to tell you…” Tell her what? That her husband is dead. I couldn’t do that to her. “I just miss you, call me back please” I say before pressing the ‘end call’ button.
I was going to end up homeless. I’d be evicted before my birthday next month. I wasn’t considered old enough to live on my own. I had to stay with a friend, until I would be able to get a job and get an apartment of my own.
It was already almost 2 hours into the school day, so I sat down on the couch and looked at my hands. I wasn’t going to miss him but I still felt left alone. I went to my room and opened my drawers. I slipped on a pair of shorts and a pink crop top that ended just above my belly button. Pulling on my black sandals, I walked out the back door and down the beach.
I took a deep breathe of the sea air, so it filled my lungs. People were scattered everywhere. In the water or on the sand. Most were parents and small children, taken the fact school was in. Many of the little kids were building sand castles.
I smiled. I envied these kids. I wanted to be young again, care-free. Building sandcastles, playing dress-up and getting in my mom’s make-up. Not caring what I looked like. Then, everything had changes. You had to look right and dress right to be accepted. You were based on your appearance.
I sighed at myself, thinking. I’d give anything to turn back the clock. To do things differently.
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