Chatterbox: Inkwell

This is my story I was going to send in for the contest but was to long.:(  I hope you like it!!

         Why Me?

        I was getting ready for school when my dad, Jared Green, called and said he had already called the school to tell them that I was leaving for 2 weeks. Starting today. I had forgotten. I’d even packed my bags and put it on the calendar. You see my parents are divorced and I’m going to live with my dad for the next 2 weeks. Great. I love my dad, really I do, it’s just he’s…..well, a bit weird.  My parents only got divorced two months ago, in August. So it’s still kind of weird living with one parent at a time in totally different places. My mom, Andrea Green, lives in the country, 4 hours away from New York City, were my dad lives. “Alex, are you ready to go?” asked my mom.     I quickly grabbed my clothes bag and was about to say “Yes”, but wasn’t fast enough.    
      “Alexandria!” she shouted.      “Yes, yes I’m coming!”  I shouted back.      “Good, your car’s all packed with everything but your clothes and you.” said Mom as I came down the stairs.      “Thanks Mom. See ya in 2 weeks,” I said, not quite happily.      “Hey it’s only 2 weeks. Be glad it’s not 2 months,” she joked. “Have fun.”      “Yeah,” I muttered. “Bye.”  Then I quickly went to my car.  Why me? Why did my parents have to get a divorce? They’d seemed so happy together. I only remember them fighting a few times over the last year. 3 months before the divorcement  they’d had a HUGE fight. It was about some guy named Jack. Now that I think about it, their fights were always about-  “ New York City, 3 hours and 53 minutes away,” said a lady’s voice. I jumped and swerved on the road. I righted the car and looked down. There by the radio was a new GPS system. It was the one I’d gotten from my dad’s sister, Eve.   “Wow, Mom must have put it in last night,” I thought.I called and thanked her, then called Dad.    “Hello?” he said.    “Hi, Dad, it’s Alex,” I said.    “Hi honey! Are you on your way?” he asked.    “Yeah. Uh, I had a question. Who’s this Jack person?” I asked nervously.     “Well,” he laughed softly. “Why do you ask?”    “You and Mom were always fighting about him,” I answered.    “Jack Green,” he paused. “was your older brother.”I gasped, “What?!”    “Yes,” said Dad.    “What happened to him?” I asked.    “He died. In a car accident when you were 5. Jack was 10 and coming home from a basketball game with a friend. I was driving. Anyway I got scared by something and didn’t see the other car. Jack died in the hospital, but me and his friend survived.” Dad answered.      “So what? Mom kind of blames you? It happened like 10 years ago!” I exclaimed.      “Yes well you see it was our first kid. You never really get over the shock. Does that answer your question?” he asked.      “Ya, thanks. I’ll be there in about 3 hr.” I said.      “ ‘Kay. I love you. Bye.” said Dad.      “Love you too. Bye,” and I hung up.Even though it was a shock, I was happy to finally know why it was me. 

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