PRESIDENT'S DAY:

New Favorite Holiday

"Yes! No school tomorrow." My best friend Amber dances as we walk down the street. "They're finally letting us off on a holiday. I mean, how many holidays do we actually have off? Obviously not many."

I smirk at her. "If you want every holiday off you might as well go to an all year round school."

"And lose summer, no freaking way."

"Then stop complaining." I stress humorously. This makes Amber stop and glare.

My phone vibrates inside my pocket. I pull it out and am instantly hit with the message 'F. U.'

I laugh at Amber's stupidity as she comes jogging up to me. "What are we doing tomorrow anyway."

I let out a heavy breath. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to work."

"Really, why would you wanna go to that dump on your day off!" She whines. "No school equals no work. No work equals skipping the hell at school."

"That isn't how things work."

I can barely get my words out before she cuts me off. "That is absolutely how things work, Lusse." She grabs my arm and shakes me. "Come on!"

"No," I laugh.

"Come on!" She cries out, letting the 'n' linger far too long.

I lean on my front gate with my face clearly coated in amusement. "Don't you have work today?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

She turns away slightly, mumbling the F word under her breathe. "Fine," She stomps before turning around and running into the street. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"No you won't." I scream back and head in through the gate.

I enter the house and head to the stairs. "Hey, mom!" I scream, not expecting an answer.

"Hey hun, don't forget dad is coming home late today and you'll have to fill in for him tomorrow." She says. I can tell that, since there is no reluctance in her voice, she's busy.

"I know, mom, thanks." I start heading up the stairs but stop. "If you don't leave soon you'll be late."

"Right, right. Shoot!", she mumbles to herself. "I need to grab the rest of this paperwork, I'll talk to you later honey. Bye sweetie."

"Bye mom," I say as I walk upstairs.

I go into my room and drop my bag. I instantly put my beats on and put on my music. It's the only thing that keeps me at peace.

I really didn't expect talking to mom today. She's a nurse so she works a lot. And ever since the divorce her and dad haven't really been getting along. When dad tries to set up video chat on the computer they always fuss. This leads to them not getting anything done.

My dad's a mechanic so he doesn't know much about computers. Mom tries to help him set it up before I get home and he leaves for work. Dad tells mom something like, "you don't know what you're talking about," or even something as simple as, "what are you talking about?"

Then she starts calling him names like, "stupid" or "dingbat." But he isn't always the one who starts it. They're both equally at fault. They act like complete children. I don't blame them though, it's only been six months. It takes time to get over someone you've been with for so long. I knew mom was still hurt when she moved out of state. She couldn't take seeing him and their love child everyday.

I know she loves me but she's hurt. I've become indifferent about the situation. I just hope they learn to get along, and not just for my sake.

My phone rings, awakening me from my chill.

"Hey, Amber, what on Earth do you want?"

"What did I tell you about going home and sleeping? You need to get out, and that doesn't mean go to work."

I roll my eyes. "Well now I'm definitely up."

"I'm on breakfast break, what did you cook for me?"

"You're not scheduled for break until a hour," I look at my watch, "Holy shit! It's five in the morning."

"Yeah, no shit. But, anyways, I'm on break when anyone else is on break. It's not fair to have one person on break and the others are not."

"Gosh, I wish your mother wouldn't've dropped you on your head as a baby."

She gasps in shock and we both burst into a fit of laughter. "Shut up." I can hear a middle aged woman call Amber's name in the background. "I'm going to run you over with one of your dad's old trucks."

I laugh. "Mhm, sure, Amber. Now go give the people their yogurt."

"Nhmm. F. U." She hums, making it known that she's sticking her tongue out at me. Then she hangs up.

I turn off my phone and slip it in my boots. I make my way past my dad's room. I might as well help my dad out since I'm up. It's only five so if I leave now we'll be done way before twelve.

I put my helmet on my head and ride my motorcycle to the dump. I open the gate and park before closing it back.

I go into my dad's office and he's not there. Believing he's fixing a car, I go into the garage. I knock on the wall as he wields the hood of a car. He turns around, turns off the fire, and takes of the mask.

A guy with dark brown hair down to his neck and mixed brown eyes smiles at me. He takes the helmet all the way off and places it on a silver tray. He pulls off his gloves and run his fingers through his hair before walking up to me. He holds his hand out to me and I take a step back. This causes him to stop.

"I'm sorry, you must be Lucy, Greg's daughter."

"Lusse -the 'e' is silent, and, yes, Greg is my father. Who are you?"

"I'm Mitchel, your dad has been letting me help out around this place until I get on my feet."

"I never heard of you." I mumble under my breath. "Okay, you can go back to doing what you were doing." I say rather awkwardly.

I go back to my dad's office and lock the door. I call my dad and it takes him a while to answer.

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you?"

"I'm fine daddy, but I'm at the yard. Where are you?"

It takes him a few seconds to answer. "I'm on the road, I'm heading to Georgia for the night."

"We live in Mississippi, there is nothing for you in Georgia." I whine like a baby about to cry but in an almost demanding tone.

"I know, hun, but an old colleague has a truck for me to fix. And we really need the money."

"Okay, dad." I sigh knowing there's no point in trying. "Who's this guy you have here, he's kinda creepy?"

Dad's voice becomes assertive. "Now, Lucy-"

"Lusse." I correct.

He goes on, ignoring me anyway. "Mitchel's not creepy, you just don't know him. What did me and your mother tell you about judging people? You don't know someone unless you try to get to know them."

I roll my eyes and smirk. "Yeah, yeah. I know dad."

"Good. You can send Mitch home and lock up. He's a good guy, I'm sure you'll like him. I should be home by midnight, tomorrow. Be good, okay?"

"Okay. Be safe."

"Always." We hang up.

I walk out of the office and into the garage. "Okay buddy, time for you to go." I say, grabbing the tarp and putting it over the car he's working on.

"Come on, you can ride with me."

"On your motorcycle?" He asks in an undisclosed tone.

"Yeah, I didn't think that out." I laugh. "There's a working two-seater in the back, we'll take that."

After locking up we head off to Mitchel's place. Well, it's not his place. It's a group home. A shelter of sorts.

"You're definitely not staying here." I say and start the engine before pulling off.

"You're a lot like your father, you know that?"

I laugh, "You've obviously never met my mom."

"I don't need to know her if you'd let me get to know you."

In an instant I feel the ungodly need to call Amber and fan girl like a bitch. He's definitely one my Christmas wish list. This is seriously gonna be my favorite holiday by the end of the night.

"I think that could be arranged."