2. Friends Are Always ThereMature

“He told you what?”

I hadn’t known where to go, so I walked a little ways down the street to the café and sat at the bar. Jeffery, who had been a friend of mine for a while, worked there and always invited my down for a coffee.

“He told me to get out, and that I was no daughter of his.” I told him as I sipped at the coffee that Jeffery had just served me. It was the same old coffee that they always had here. I wasn’t so great as Tim Horton’s, but it was better then nothing, and Tim’s was way on the other side of town, anyways.

“Whoa,” Jeffery breathed and toyed with the sugar shaker. “I knew that your dad was tough, but I didn’t think he was that tough. What did you do, anyways?” he asked and looked down the counter where a young couple had just come in.

He held up a finger, motioning for me to hold on a second. I did, and though about what I had done to deserve this.

It had all started at about twelve o’clock, just as our lunch break was coming to an end. I’d been eating my lunch quietly, waiting for something interesting to happen. People just sat around talking and texting to their friends. So, I decided that it would be fun to wreak some havoc.

Grabbing two meter sticks from the chalk board ledge, and pulling little Mack Baker with me, I jumped up onto the row of desks and handed the startled guy one of the rulers. He held it awkwardly and looked at me with big eyes.

“What are you….” He muttered, and I’m pretty sure he was scared of me. By then everyone in the class was looking at us, and I liked that. I was always doing stupid things that I usually got into trouble for, but I found it so exhilarating.

“Were dueling!” I told him and spun the meter stick around my fingers. “And you, my friend, will be my opponent. That is, if you dare?”

Then he gave me look as if I were crazy and jumped off the desks. But, it wasn’t long until someone else took his spot and we started flinging the rulers around. It was so fun, the first person was Ken Bennett. He wasn’t a very tall guy, although he was still taller then me.

We played for a while, but he got bored and let Isaiah take over. He was the coolest black kid I’d ever known, and he knew how to put up a good fight. We slapped each other a little painfully with the rulers a couple times and then he too grew bored.

Finally, no one wanted to fight anymore, so there I stood, on top of the desks by myself, and Mr. Walker came in and started yelling at me to get off the desk. I never liked him, he was such a bimbo. He hated my guts, too. I could tell just by the way he looked at me, through his stupid fogged up glasses.

“Hey! Silver, you get down right now!”

“Aw, go to hell Walker!”

I saw his eyes flare up through his thick glasses and he marched over to the row of desk which I was standing on. He slammed him fist down and let out a frustrated breath.

“You will get down young lady, and walk yourself down to the office.”

“You gonna make me?”

Everyone in the class was trying there hardest not to laugh. This wasn’t the first time I’d done something bad and told the teacher’s highly offensive things. I was a natural at it, and I knew it came from my dad. Although he didn’t appreciate my rowdiness anymore then the teachers did.      

“I….” he said then gave me hard look. He knew I was right, but he didn’t want to admit it “If I have to.”

“What are you going to do?” I told him smugly and let out a nasty laugh. I loved leading teachers on; they fell for it every time. I was lucky that I hadn’t gotten expelled from this school yet. “You can’t touch me.”

And,  finally after a lot of fighting, I found myself in the class, surrounded by teachers and the principals. I simply shrugged off their attempts to scare me, and smiled at them all cockily. They were all City-ots anyways. Yeah, City-ots, as in idiots from the city. I was a country girl, always had been, and city people honestly piss me off.

“And, that’s how I ended up here,” I concluded and took the last gulp of my coffee. Jeffery was starting at me with wide eyes. “Silver, no wonder your dad kicked you out! Are you surprised?” he told me as he took my cup from me.

“No, I’m really not surprised now. I knew he’d kick me out someday, I just didn’t think it would be so soon.” I commented. I’d never really given much thought to what I would do after he kicked me out though. I was only seventeen, and I had no money, no friends, except for Jeffery, and no family to take me in. Yes, I was royally screwed now.

“You could stay with me,” Jeffery said as he sat back down. I shook my head, I didn’t want to stay with him. His apartment was barley big enough for one, and I didn’t want to stay with him anyways. He was just too……Calm for me to be around all the time.

“I can’t stay with you. I need to get my own place and show my dad that I can do well without him.” My dad had always been a hard ass, it was the way his father was, too. And I knew my father always wanted a boy, but instead he got me, the weird girl who wasn’t girlish in any way.

“I’m sure your dad is only doing this because he wants to teach you a lesson.” Jeffery looked at me with his brown eyes flickering with sympathy; sympathy that I didn’t want or need. “He’s only doing what he was raised to do, which is raise a kid who will pass down the family strictness.”  

“But I’m the one who’s going to teach a lesson. I’m going to show him that I can do this, that I don’t need him to live.”

Jeffery stared at me with his out-there expression. “You are exactly like you dad. If he were just smaller, cuter and had a higher voice, you two could he twins.” He said and got down from his stool. He threw his apron onto the counter and pulled his car keys out of his pocket.

Jeffery was like that. He didn’t linger on topics that were unfixable. He was right, I was exactly like my dad, who was exactly like his dad, and so on. So why would I be any different? Because I’m a girl? No way.

“I know a house that has a room for rent a little ways away.” He told me and paused at the door.  He was off his shift by then and was getting ready to go home. “If you’d like, I could drive you down there.”

“Well,” I said as I joined him at the door. “Any place is better then home right now.”


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