Then I realized something: Why would she get a free pass to my family lake house?
I was in my chair waiting for the time to come. For us to leave, for summer. I looked at the clock. Tick, tick, tick. That’s all it did—nothing else—and I was in math class, which made the clock go even slower in my mind. Then it rang. We all jumped with excitement in our faces and grabbed our stuff and tried to run out the door, but our teacher, Mrs. Clarules, asked, “Who dismisses you guys?”
We all said, “You do, Mrs. Clarules, because that’s the rule.”
“Ah, music to my ears. Now go back to your seats and you, Lovegrow, stay after class.”
“Why me?” I asked myself if I hadn’t done anything wrong. How could I have stayed back on the day summer break started?
Then she finally said, “You all can leave. Have a great summer.”
Everyone jumped through the door with happiness as they were leaving the class they thought was the most boring class ever while I had to stay because I must’ve done something stupid, like really stupid, to end up here, especially on the last day of school.
Mrs. Clarules walked up to me with a slight smile.
“Huh, I guess it’s not going to be that bad,” I thought to myself.
She went back to her desk, pulling out something that looked like a briefcase full of papers and slammed it onto her desk because it was so heavy. She opened it and pulled out a special piece of paper telling her that she had won the contest for a free ride to the lake house of the Lovegrows. Then I realized something: Why would she get a free pass to my family lake house?
“Here,” she said.
A gift from me to you. I said thank you. Unsurely.
“What’s wrong,” she asked?
“Why would you have a pass to go to my family’s lake house over the summer?”
“So wait, your parents and Lenin and Greg Lovegrow?”
“Yes, they are. What does it have to do with you having a coupon for a free trip to my family lake house?”
“Oh, you don’t know?”
“Know what, Mrs.Clarules?”
“I’m so sorry that you had to hear this from me, and I’ve known that you really loved your family’s lake house since that was really all you talked about at the end of the year, but it turns out your family is selling it and letting people live in it for a few weeks so they can get money from it before it has to go.”
I was shocked, sad, angry, and even more disappointed that I had to hear this from one of my least favorite teachers.
But I took the coupon, said goodbye to Mrs. Clarules, and walked home with sadness in my eyes.
I walked on my doorstep and pressed the doorbell. Luckily, my mom answered and opened the door.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
All I wanted to do was to yell, scream, and hide because that was my favorite place ever, and my parents had decided to take that away from me.
