Chapter Fourteen

A Chapter by Kia-chan!

I sat there in the closet and spun the wheels of my beat up toy truck. I thought about dinner, and the awkword silence at dinner. I thought about Sophie, and her perfect room. But most of all, I thought about Blake. Blake was nice. Really nice, just like his sister. I hoped that I would get to know him better. He was cute, nice, funny, and selfless. But me? Well, I was the opposite of Blake. I was stupid, not very attractive, boring, selfish, and most of all: a yankee. I was too hardcore, and twisted to ever be with Blake. I was messed up, and I was sensative to that. I had no intention of ever hurting him, or Sophie though. I wanted nothing more then to change. I would've given anything to change. I was sick of being a gangster. I was sick of being feared by my class mates, and scrutinized by my teachers. I wanted to be somebody, who was worthy of calling Sophie my best friend. And I would do anything to prove to her that I was worthy. Anything...

A few days later, I skipped school and went to the library to study for the history test that was coming up. The test was on the civil War. I skipped school, because I wanted an A+ more then anyone else. Even Sophie. Besides, I needed this more then her. She was a strate A student, while I was a strate D student. I got my homework in on time... Most of the time. The trouble was, I did'nt test well. Mostly because I guessed on all the answers. As I walked in to the quiet library, I saw about a dozen people sitting in chairs scattered around the place, reading. A few people sat at computers, while others used thier own laptops. I had never been to a library before, so this was quite an experiance. I knew how to read, I had stayed in school until about the fourth gade, just long enough to learn how. But I still had troubles with big words, like stethascope, or Geraffe. I walked up to the librarian, and asked where I could find books on the civil War. She lead me to a section full of books about the Civil War. I picked out two books. One, with a title called: CIVIL WAR FACTS, and another called: NORTH OR SOUTH? WICH ONE WILL WIN? I looked at the title of the second one, and wondered what it meant. I shrugged, and went to find myself an open seat. I sat next to an old lady, reading a book called: THE JOY OF SEWING. I started reading the first book. I read about slaves, and president Lincoln. I read about a woman named Hariett Tubman, and how she was a conductor for the underground railrode. I read about Andersonville, and the 13th amendment, and the confederacy, and a whole bunch of other stuff I had never known about. It was actually pretty interesting stuff. I was so ingrossed in my book, that I almost did'nt hear the librarian when she toled me it was closing time. So I checked out my books, and headed for home. When I reached the apartment I opened the door to find my mom making dinner! It smelled saprisingly good. I stepped into the small kitchen, and noticed that the kitchen was perfectly clean, and organized. My mom's hair was done up into a perfect pony tail, and her clothes actually matched!I could see that she had taken a shower, because she did'nt smell like beer, and cigaretts. " What happend to you?" I asked. She turned around, saprised to see me there. "Well, I just thought it would be nice to cook you some dinner. Do you have a problem with that?" she asked."No! Of course not! I mean, I'm glad your making us dinner and all, but why the sudden change?" I asked. My mom looked uncomfortable. I could tell she felt wierd this way, but she knew it was for the better. "I just wanted to try something new. By the way, dinner is spagetti. I hope you'll like it" she said. So that night, for the first time ever, me and my mom ate together. It was nice to be able to actually talk to my mom, let alone spend time with her. I liked her a whole lot better then when she was drunk. She was actually really nice, once I got to know her better. She wanted to change, and I believed she could. After dinner, me and mom sat down on the couch and talked some more. I toled her about school, and about Sophie, and how nice she was. My mom was a good listener, and she did'nt interupt me. I could feel a bond start to form between us. We were mother and daughter, and nothing could change that.

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