Chapter 2

Things start to piece together.

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    I sauntered out to my car, a third-generation 1986 Chevrolet Camaro, red, now you see why I don't want Sarah  in it. The car was given as a "farewell" or as I like to call it the "I'm leaving my wife of twenty years for a cheap harlett I met at Starbucks" presented to the family after Dad left two years ago, it was given to me for my 'Sweet 16th', last year.

   I opened up the driver's side door to find one of Sarah's Mickey Mouse plush toys smiling at me while stuck in between the gearshift and my seat, I don't know how she does it. I just picked it up and tossed it on the lawn. I looked up to see a kid staring at me, I waved at him, he turned around and walked away. Strange.

  I pulled out of the driveway, 6:35am, school starts in half an hour. I was about ten minutes from school when my phone rang, it's mom:

   

   "Hey, Dylan"

 

   "Hey, Mom, what's up?" I said

 

   "Ummm.....I did tell you you're brother's coming home for a couple weeks, no?" She conveyed.

 

   "No, when did he call?" I asked, trying to sound polite, he hadn't been home since Dad left, he went with him.

 

    "Andrew called about a week and a half ago....I guess James was of the wall, between College and your father's behavior..." I cringed when she said 'father' "He's been pretty stressed, trying to help your Dad, but I guess Andy's had enough and is leaving him at his own devices"

 

  So, my brother had changed. Two years ago my 'father' James J. Wieser, was having an affair with some broad he met at Starbucks, it had been going on for three months before Mom found out, how she found out was the mistress had called the home phone and mother answered, I won't go into the details of what was said, but all I can say is that 'the feces hit the fan'.

   But, the reason my brother went is because Dad was paying for his College tuition, of course Dad screwed up, again, and Andy had to dig himself out of the hole, getting two jobs, working day and night.
But, now Big Bro is coming back!...I'm excited.

 

  "Dylan?...Dylan?....is that alright with you?" Mom asked cautiously as I was abruptly ripped from memory lane.

 

  "What?...oh, yea..can't wait". I said

 

   "Ok, hun...I'll meet you at Centennial Airport after you pickup Sarah, ok?"

 

    "Ok...Love you" I said, mixed with, for unknown reasons to myself, grief and excitement.

 

    "Love you too, Dylan" My heart jumped as she said that. She hung up the phone.

 

I put my phone away back in my bookbag, looking to make sure I put it in the right place.

As I looked back up towards the road, I slammed on the brakes just in time to keep from hitting a car in front of me, the tires screeched as I came to an aggressive stop, inches from the car, and that same kid, looked to be about a year or so younger than me, in the back seat turned around, pressing his face against the window, staring at me. He then glared and pointed his finger at me just like in one of those old "Uncle Sam Wants You" posters, it creeped me out.

 I pulled ahead of the car as it made a left, I glanced over to at the driver, an fairly young gal, probably the kid's mom, but he's now staring out the side window at me, I just ignored it.

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  I finally reached Eagle Rock High School five minutes after the phone call, I parked in the Student Lot, I always take the far east slot, because it's closer to my class....and hit me with a brick!

 I saw that very same kid, watching me...as one of my best friends always said:

"What in thee hell!"

I had absolutely no idea what this was about, but I don't think I want to find out.

All I was looking forward to was Big Bro coming home, and the family getting back together one more time.

 

Author's Note

Here it is my friends....enjoy!

Reviews

[Myra Fellows]

" I finally reached Eagle Rock High School five minutes after the phone call, I parked in the Student Lot, I always take the far east slot, because it's closer to my class....and hit me with a brick!"
This sentence does not make sense. I feel that I know what you are trying to convey-yet the sentence is not structured correctly.
As Patrick pointed out, we knew you were going to drive and that you had to be at school soon, but the driving was revealed only when you slammed on your brakes...
Maybe describe the mysterious kid a bit...what did he look like. How did you know it was him? A green hat? Sunglasses. Strangers only tend to stick out by a few specific features..otherwise..how could we pick them out of a line up?

[Patrick Gerlits]

You're sauntering huh? Possibly on crimson dust? :P.

[Patrick Gerlits]

"What in thee hell"!?!?!?! Heh.

To fast for starters, the scenes. They move to fast, try slowing them down and I really think you should start combining chapters.

The imagery was fine, though I hadn't realized Dylan was driving untill he slammed on the brakes.

All in all I liked it, the starbucks line made me laugh. Edit man, edit.