no school, but then I realized, two days of packing. Ugh!!
Chapter Four
When I arrived home the first thing I did was toss my backpack on the counter and raided the refrigerator. At school they either served something gross half the time or when it was something good, it was never enough. I knew not to eat too much or my mother would kill me, so I grabbed an apple to tide me over until dinner. Most of the time I was the first one home, so usually I’d try and get my homework out of the way, but seeing I didn’t have any I decided to head on up to my room and finish reading my book.
Once I was in my room, I kicked off my shoes and threw my backpack in my closet on the floor. Throwing my body across my bed, I leaned over to my nightstand and reached for my book. I had only four chapters left in the book and I was hoping to finish them before dinner. Reading page after page, I found myself happy at the end of the book. It wasn’t a sad ending; it just left you with hope which in my case made me feel like maybe I’d find hope too.
It had been only a few minutes after finishing my book, when I heard the house door open and close. I knew one of my parents had come home from work. Usually, my dad is the one who ends up home first and then shortly after Mom shows up unless she has court in the morning which means she stays at the office late preparing for her case.
“Julia, are you home?” Dad yelled through the house.
“I’m in my room, Dad,” I hollered back down so he could hear me.
“If you’re not busy, can you come in the kitchen, please?” He asked with a strange tone in his voice.
I wasn’t sure if I was in trouble or not, but I answered, “Sure be right down.”
I was hardly ever in trouble, so I couldn’t imagine what could make him sound so weird. After placing my book back on my nightstand, I made my way to the kitchen. As I approached my dad he didn’t look upset, but then again he could be waiting for the right moment. Quickly, I tried thinking what could be up, but nothing came to mind, so I pulled out a chair and sat while waiting for him to say something.
“So, Julia, how was school?” He asked.
“It was just fine. How was your day at work?” I asked trying to buy me more time to think of what could be up.
“Work is work,” he replied with a peculiar look upon his face.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I blurted out, “What did I do?”
With a slight smile on his face and a small snicker he said, “Why is it whenever I want to talk to you, you think you’re in trouble?”
I wasn’t sure what to say to his question. Heck, I didn’t think I was that obvious, but then again, I apparently didn’t hide things very well. And now that I knew by his smile and snicker that I wasn’t in trouble I said, “Trouble? I never thought I was in trouble. Come on, Dad, I’m an angel.”
“Yes, Julia, you are an angel. You’re my angel and that’s why I picked you up a surprise.”
“You did? Where is it?” I asked while smiling like I had just won the lottery. My dad has always bought me the coolest gifts. I remember when I was five he bought me a Barbie dream house, ten different Barbie dolls, and a Barbie power wheel for Christmas. Then when I turned ten he bought me a huge stereo for my room, so I could only imagine what he bought me this time.
“I’ll be right back. I have it in the garage, but you have to promise not to peek,” he said like I was still his little girl. Of course, I agreed and played along to make him happy. Waiting anxiously, I tried to think of what it could be. Maybe he finally broke down and bought me a car. I do have my learner’s permit and I’ll need one eventually. No, it can’t be that. He said he was bringing it in from the garage. Darn it! There goes that awesome idea. From the opposite side of the door, my dad yelled, “Are your eyes closed, Julia?”
“Yes, Dad,
Chapter Four
When I arrived home the first thing I did was toss my backpack on the counter and raided the refrigerator. At school they either served something gross half the time or when it was something good, it was never enough. I knew not to eat too much or my mother would kill me, so I grabbed an apple to tide me over until dinner. Most of the time I was the first one home, so usually I’d try and get my homework out of the way, but seeing I didn’t have any I decided to head on up to my room and finish reading my book.
Once I was in my room, I kicked off my shoes and threw my backpack in my closet on the floor. Throwing my body across my bed, I leaned over to my nightstand and reached for my book. I had only four chapters left in the book and I was hoping to finish them before dinner. Reading page after page, I found myself happy at the end of the book. It wasn’t a sad ending; it just left you with hope which in my case made me feel like maybe I’d find hope too.
It had been only a few minutes after finishing my book, when I heard the house door open and close. I knew one of my parents had come home from work. Usually, my dad is the one who ends up home first and then shortly after Mom shows up unless she has court in the morning which means she stays at the office late preparing for her case.
“Julia, are you home?” Dad yelled through the house.
“I’m in my room, Dad,” I hollered back down so he could hear me.
“If you’re not busy, can you come in the kitchen, please?” He asked with a strange tone in his voice.
I wasn’t sure if I was in trouble or not, but I answered, “Sure be right down.”
I was hardly ever in trouble, so I couldn’t imagine what could make him sound so weird. After placing my book back on my nightstand, I made my way to the kitchen. As I approached my dad he didn’t look upset, but then again he could be waiting for the right moment. Quickly, I tried thinking what could be up, but nothing came to mind, so I pulled out a chair and sat while waiting for him to say something.
“So, Julia, how was school?” He asked.
“It was just fine. How was your day at work?” I asked trying to buy me more time to think of what could be up.
“Work is work,” he replied with a peculiar look upon his face.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I blurted out, “What did I do?”
With a slight smile on his face and a small snicker he said, “Why is it whenever I want to talk to you, you think you’re in trouble?”
I wasn’t sure what to say to his question. Heck, I didn’t think I was that obvious, but then again, I apparently didn’t hide things very well. And now that I knew by his smile and snicker that I wasn’t in trouble I said, “Trouble? I never thought I was in trouble. Come on, Dad, I’m an angel.”
“Yes, Julia, you are an angel. You’re my angel and that’s why I picked you up a surprise.”
“You did? Where is it?” I asked while smiling like I had just won the lottery. My dad has always bought me the coolest gifts. I remember when I was five he bought me a Barbie dream house, ten different Barbie dolls, and a Barbie power wheel for Christmas. Then when I turned ten he bought me a huge stereo for my room, so I could only imagine what he bought me this time.
“I’ll be right back. I have it in the garage, but you have to promise not to peek,” he said like I was still his little girl. Of course, I agreed and played along to make him happy. Waiting anxiously, I tried to think of what it could be. Maybe he finally broke down and bought me a car. I do have my learner’s permit and I’ll need one eventually. No, it can’t be that. He said he was bringing it in from the garage. Darn it! There goes that awesome idea. From the opposite side of the door, my dad yelled, “Are your eyes closed, Julia?”
“Yes, Dad,
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