Chapter eight

I have to go to detention. The wonderland of peace and quiet. Now I leave all faith to the person who is going to keep an eye on us or me.

It will depend whether he is nice enough to let us sleep, or work on our homeworks. Or they can just make us suffer and make us clean the bathrooms but those bathroom look super clean, it would be a waist of time if they make us clean them. We would create a mess to be exact. Or maybe they would make us get strangled by boredom.

All my faith is behind the door that I am currently standing behind. All I have to do is walk in, present the slip and sit down.

I slowly open the door and the room was full to say the least, it looked like every chair was occupied. I have never seen a detention room this full.

"Miss Graham?" The teacher sitting on the large desk said, holding his arm out to take the pink paper off my hands.

I nodded silently looking at my surroundings for a while.

Hearing him scoff turned my attention towards him again."Figured. She gives out 30 detention slips every single day, you would think she would stay and look after you all herself." He said looking frustrated. "Anyway there is one seat left next to Max. Max raise your hand so she can sit down quickly and we can get started." As he says this a guy at the far end of the room raises his hand slightly and I make my was towards him.

I slightly nodded at him in greeting and set down on the last chair available in the room. The guy just waved his hand slightly and turned back to look at the front of the room.

"As I was saying, who knows how to ride a skateboard?" The teacher said looking at the class expectedly. A few hands were raised and the teachers face beamed. It was like seeing a Christmas tree light up. "Okay, that is a good enough amount. Now let's get out of this stuffy place." He said grabbing his bag and keys off the table he was previously sitting on.

"What's happening?" I asked to no one in particular under my breath.

"Zach is taking us to the skate park. Not gonna lie, he is great at it." The guy I was sitting beside, Max answered as we walked out the room and following the rest of the class.

"Zack?" I asked.

"Yeah, he wants us to call him by his name because he says that he is way too young to be addressed as Sir or Mister. Which is true, he's only 23."

"Makes sense." I replied looking at the teacher. He is really young to be honest, one could even mistake him for a student if it wasn't for his growing groomed beard.

We walked the rest of the way in silence. The park was surprisingly outside the soccer field fence. It even had an empty pool.

"Okay now, you all can do absolutely anything you want as long as you do not leave this area for the next hour. You can all leave after that, no questions asked." Zack said clapping his hands in excitement before taking out a board out of his bag and placing it on the ground. Then he did stunts on the railings that were there on the park. Max was right, he is great at this.

"That's a first." I said -looking at the teacher doing stunts in a park during detention- stunned.

"Welcome to our town, newbie." Max said walking away from me and heading towards the benches at the far end of the park.

I slowly make my way towards the shade made by a large oak tree. I think a little nap will be the best thing to do. I sat down and closed my eyes, leaning back on the trunk of the tree. Silently, I listen to the commotion that is taking place around me.

After some time I drift off.

...

"Can I have the red one please?" Andersen said, standing on the tip of her toes.

"The red one is for mummy, you had the red one yesterday remmber? Dad said picking her up and putting her on his lap.

"Come here Alex." Dad said after catching me spying in on them.

I slowly walk in with my head hung low

"How did you see me?" I asked as I approached them.

"I saw your shoes." Dad chuckled out. "Try facing them the other direction next time. And keep your hair out of view." He picked me up from the ground and placed me on next to Andersen on his lap. "It will take a lot of practice though."

"I know daddy, but I know that I will be the best spy to ever walk on Earth. I will be better than uncle George." I said giggling.

"And I will be the best ballet to ever dance." Andersen said grinning at me.

Dad chuckled at the both of us.

"Well if you do not give up on your dreams or yourselves. Absolutely anything is possible."

...

My eyes flattered open after feeling someone shaking me softly.

"Why are you crying?" A voice to my left said.

"What?" I mumbled touching my face to feel my wet cheek, proving that indeed I was crying.

Why am I suddenly having a dream about her? Though, it was not a dream. It was something that occurred a month before everything crumbled down.

Before I never saw her again.

And that was almost 7 years ago. I used have dreams that And I would always find myself crying when I woke up.

Maybe it is because I know that I could never have her in my life again. And seeing her in my dreams was painful.

They are more like flash backs though.

Flash backs that I do not plan.

Flash backs that literally kill me.

And growing up, I only used one way of handling things. The same way my mother does.

The wrong way of getting positive solutions.

And what is that way?

It's running away. That's what we do best.