Shattered Walls

"Dad?"

"Dad?"

"Dad! I can't be late for school again! Mrs. Williams will murder me. Literally."

"Alex! I'm coming. Calm down."

I sighed and closed my computer. I got up out of my chair, and slid around the corner to get my dad. Just as I reached his door, he came rushing out. As usual, his hair was disheveled and glasses askew.

My dad and I live by ourselves. Ever since mom and Caleb died in a car accident, we've had to look after each other. Or rather, I had to look after my dad. He completely fell apart after that day. He shut down and spent all of his time in his office, devoting himself to work. I'm not even sure what he does. The only time we really only talk to each other is our morning drives. He drops me off at school and drives all the way to New York for his work, and doesn't come back until around ten at night.

My dad hopped around, pulling on his socks and shoes. He rushed outside. I went back to my room to grab my backpack.

I heard a honk from outside.

"Alex! You were the one rushing me! Come! Now!"

I rolled my eyes, and slung my backpack over my shoulder as I ran to the car. I jumped in the front seat, and threw my backpack behind me with as much force as I could muster.

"So, Alex, how's school going?" my dad pried, seemingly uninterested.

"Fine," I mumbled, staring out of the window.

"Make any new friends?"

I snorted, "No."

"Nice teachers?" he asked, full of useless questions.

"I guess," I responded.

"Nice kids?"

"No."

My dad pulled up in front of the school, and I hopped out. He rolled down the windows and leaned over.

"Have fun."

"Bye, dad."

I started up the steps. Past the jocks, the cheerleaders, and the nerds. Straight to my AP Chemistry class.





Welcome to Hell.

Notes

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