User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Michael's Final Year at Bullworth: Chapter 12

You Know How it is.
Michael had finished packing his small assembly of clothes into his humble little pack when Charles had come in. Michael had just sat up when he first noticed Charles was in the room. "Hey, man." He greeted Charles.

"You heading to see your mom for Christmas?" Charles asked. Michael appeared exasperated as he nodded.

"Yeah," He said, trying to force a grin but only appearing glum instead. Michael was not very fond of the man that his mom had decided to marry, and as such he was very reluctant to go home to see his mother. "As you can tell I'm just so excited to go home for the holidays." Michael intoned with false excitement piercing past his lips.

"You could just not go." Charles retorted, in a matter of fact tone as he slowly eased his way onto his bed and folded his arms together. Michael just rolled his eyes.

"Really wish I could." He responded. "But I have to make sure my mom isn't getting hit by that asshole." He said, in reference to his stepfather. He could envision the face of that prick and it made him seeth with anger and rage. He picked up his bag of clothes and bid Charles a farewell.

"See you after Christmas you fucking loser." Michael says, in a sweet tone and a silly grin. He then walked out the door and went to the street. He awaited the arrival of the wayward taxi. After about five minutes Michael could see a brutal assembly of yellow coming over the hill and as such Michael picked up his meek bag, and prepared for oncoming disappointment.

The drive to the distraught apartment was not a great trip, it was roughly only a few minutes away but Michael didn't really want to walk with how frigid it was outside, and even with that he layered up it was still cold.

TO BE CONTINUED!