Rainy_day_writing Gaygibytes

I sat down on the hard wooden bench in the schoolyard, cold sunlight streamed through the tree

leaves dipped on either red, orange or yellow. Around me, other students talked in the small

groups that made around the miniature forest. No one was alone like I was.

I felt around the paper bag that served as my lunch box and pulled out a cold tuna sandwich. I

sighed, Dad had been able to make a even tuna sandwich look appetizing. Mom, well, Mom

just couldn't.

I set the sandwich down on the paper bag lunch box and brought my knees up to my chest. I let

my head fall.

I just didn't get it, why did my parents have to divorce? The were tearing me apart! If we were

still living all together at my Dads house, me and my best, sometimes I think only friend, Alexa,

would have gone to the same secondary school. It was then that I realized how much the

divorce had affected me.

I turned the key my Mom had given me in the lock on the oak door of my Moms house. It

clicked and I swung open the door. I glanced around the small entryway and threw my jacket on

the ground. I kicked off my shoes and walked into the living room. I was starving, but I didn't

feel like getting food right away.

"Mom? Are you here? I need to talk to you." I called weakly to the house. No reply.

Sliding my feet against the new carpet, I walked over to the red leather couch and lay down, I

would wait there until Mom got home, then I would tell her.

I found myself staring into space, hunger clawed at my stomach. I out my knees

closer to my chest to block the feeling. I closed my eyes, images flashed in front of my eyes, of

my Mom and Dad together, me and Alexa together. I know it was selfish, but I couldn't help

wishing. At some point I heard the door creak open and footsteps being muffled by carpet. I

could feel my Moms warm breath on me.

"Are you okay Fiona?" Her voice was full of worry.

I just evened out my breathing and pretended to be asleep, I would tell her later. Footsteps

sounded once again, first muffled by the carpet, then clicked as she walked into the kitchen. I

sighed inwardly, I would tell her later. I just didn't know how to word it, yeah! That was it!

It was now Saturday and my Mom and me were in her black van on the way to my Dads house

where I would spend the weekend. Yesterday had followed the same routine as the day before

and I had still not told her how alone the divorce had left me, like a gaping hole waiting to be

sealed. The grey clouds in the sky finally decided to dump their load and give us the rain that

the weatherman promised. Perfect, weather to match my mood. I stared out the window at the

rain pattering down.

"Hey Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Are we almost there?"

"Yep"

"Good"

10 minutes later we arrived at my Dads house, a little bigger then small and a cozy house, my

old house. Dry leaves crunched underfoot as I made my way to the front door, he was already

waiting there, an umbrella over his head. I smiled for the first time all week and ran up and

hugged him.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your Mom?" He said with a smile. I nodded and ran to the

car window to say goodbye to my Mom for the weekend.

When I got into the house, my Dad was sitting at the round table in the dining room.

"Come be a knight of the round table, Fiona! Your Mom said you've been feeling bad lately."

And he wants me to talk to him about it.

That's when it hit me once more, the pain of feeling alone, having barely any friends. I couldn't

keep the tensions in any longer, as soon as I sat down, my eyes erupted with tears. My vision

got blurry and my head felt light, Dad came over and put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"You don't have to tell me the reason if you don't want to" he murmured.

I shook my head, I would have to tell somebody eventually, "It's just - that - I've felt so - lonely

since the divorce, with only getting to visit you on the weekends, being away from my only

friend," I paused, "I don't mean to sound selfish but, the divorce left me feeling lonely without

anyone to turn to except for Mom."

Dad nodded slowly, "You know why we divorced right?"

I nodded, "Because Moms work demands her to be in the city and your work needs you to be here."

"That's right."

"But, I feel really alone, I can't find friends at school and I don't mean to make Mom feel bad but

she packs bad lunches." I reflected with a small quiver in my voice.

"Yes, but would it help to know that Alexa is moving to the city?"

I looked up, "She is?! Do you know if she'll be going to the same school as me?"

"I don't know that, but at least she'll be closer, right."

I smiled gratefully to my Dad, "But -" The other words wouldn't come.

"You know, I may be able to come up to the city some times because I have more days off at

work than I used to." He crouched down and looked at me, "Would playing some Super Smash

Bros. make you feel better?"

I smiled slightly at him and ran to my suitcase. Unzipping the front pocket, I grabbed the disc

and we both went into the living room. I knew that at least most things would be okay.