The boy from leavanworth

It was Sunday, which meant i could have the longest sleep in the history of sleeping. I awoke to the sound of the birds chirping in the big oak tree right outside my window. I let out a massive yawn and rubbed at my eyes until i could see properly. I took a quick glance at my alarm clock on my home-made bedside table. 1:30pm. I groaned and forced myself to sit up. I had better get up or my parents would assume i died in my sleep or something. Plus I was fiening for some lunch.

Walking into my bathroom and looking in the mirror actually frightened me. Long black bedraggled hair and yesterdays mascara all over my cheeks. The only things appealing from what i could see were my bright blue eyes and tan complexion. I was lucky enough to not be born a pale ghost. Thanks mum.

I grabbed my hair riddled brush from the side of my vanity, leaving a trail of long dark hair behind it. I brushed at the knots, pulling a face that looked as though i would die from the pain of it. After freeing myself from the straggly hair i brushed my pearly whites and headed downstairs. As i finally got down the torturous steps, the first thing i noticed was my mother and father sitting at the dining room table, anxious looks across both of there faces. They did’t notice I was standing there at first, and i could just make out some of the words they were saying. “how are we going to tell Clarity?” My mother sighed

“TELL ME WHAT”, i belted over to the table like the nosy Parker i am.

“take a seat Clarity”.

I felt a little nervous. Did my parents find out about the huge stash of weed that I have under my bed? Or maybe they knew that i sneaked Josh from the football team into my room the other night.

Dad looked at me, death in his eyes. “Your Mother and I are getting a divorce.”

I had expected a lot of things, but the D word was not one of them. I was at a loss for words.

A feeling of loss and anger flooding over me. I was completely incredulous. 17 years on this planet and the only way I had ever seen them is madly in love. How was this possible.

They noticed the look of despair fill my face. Mum gave me a hug and tried explaining to me that it was all for the best.

“although sometimes something seems perfect, doesn’t mean that it is sweetie” she whispered.

She looked very drained and I don’t blame her. My parents were your typical high school sweet hearts. My dad proposed when they were just 19. They had been married for 23 years.

“i understand” I stammered, and got up from the table. That hunger from earlier had disappeared now so I went back upstairs and headed for my room.