Summer - Calvin Harris
17 - A Classic Art Room Confrontation
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"For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness."
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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When my alarm went off the next morning, I was greeted with the sound of the overly cheerful radio presenters. For once though, I felt happy and ready for school. When Alan asked me what time we wanted to leave, I told him I wanted to walk for a change. The paparazzi will be here fairly soon so I might as well enjoy the freedom I have whilst I can.
About halfway through my journey to school, I saw three people I never thought I would see again. My parents and Martin. Unfortunately for me, I had to pass their house on the way to school.
They were leaving the house and were getting into the car when I saw them. As I was a down the other end of the street when I spotted them, they didn't notice me. I froze and openly stared at them in shock, whilst trying to take in everything about them.
My parents looked older. Their blonde hair was beginning to thin out and I bet a few grey hairs could be seen. They both looked frailer as well. Perhaps from aging or maybe something else. Like stress?
Martin, on the other hand, was looking rather good. It appeared my older brother had been spending time in the gym. A lot of time. It must be his third year at college now. I wonder how he is doing. When I last spoke to him two years ago―admittedly, it wasn't a very long conversation ―he briefly outlined how he wasn't enjoying law at all.
Since both of our parents are successful lawyers, they wanted all of us to follow in their footsteps. Martin is very confident and rather arrogant, which are both fine qualities for someone in that field. Out of all of the Claire children, I would have thought Martin would be the best lawyer.
Once again, the memories of when my parents gave me disappointed looks about my grades filled my head. I always had to be the best. Brock and I had to fill our brother's shoes when he left for college. Whilst Brock impressed my parents with his athletic skills, I didn't impress them with anything...
No. You are stronger than this. My conscience asserted confidently. And with my new found courage, I strolled along the path, eventually passing the now empty driveway. They must have left whilst I was taking a trip down memory lane.
Arriving at school, Alan and I headed over to my locker. I still received many envious looks from people. Most now realized that I wasn't going to talk to them unless I wanted to. It still didn't stop some from approaching me.
"Whitty!" An excited voice exclaims from behind me.
Spinning on my heels, I turn to face the one and only Hannah, with Ares and Athena flanking her. A warm smile instantly stretches onto my face at the sight of all three of them. A sense of normality overwashes me.
"Hannah Banana!" I reply with an equal amount of enthusiasm, opening my arms for her to hug me. She skips over to me giddily and embraces my hug. This girl is always eager.
"I missed you," Hannah says, her voice muffled due to the fact that she's talking into my top.
I chuckle at her adorableness. "You saw me yesterday."
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