By the time I made my way out of the school parking lot all the teachers were chasing after me.
But I didn't care!
I ran fast and I ran hard towards my home.
When I reached my house ten or fifteen minuets later, my dogs came and greeted me with their usual happy greetings though a little on the depressed side.
The German Shepherd, Sasha, my mom and dad's guard dog slash gift to me for my 13th birthday came bounding towards me with her tongue hanging out as she ran to me; while family dog Lilly the border collie came running up close behind her, followed by Lila my Golden retriever that I got when I was two years ago when I was 14.
I stood stroking my dog's soft fur for a while while I tried to figure out an excuse why I came home so early and how to tell them that I was fine.
Ten minuets passed before I was ready to go inside and face the heartache all over again.
I opened the door to let the dogs in, then I walked upstairs to my room to try and sort my feelings out. And was joined by Lila, who came in from the doggie door built into my door and curled up next to me on my bed. Not long after I heard a soft tap on the door and it being slowly opened up by Sabrina.
Sabrina walked over to me and sat down beside me. I had my face buried in my pillow while I was crying, to hide them from everyone. "Oh Rina, its okay to cry..... I'm going to miss them to.... They were the first real parents I ever knew!" Sabrina said while trying to sound brave and comforting, though I knew that she was crying as well. I looked up and stroked Lila's fur while wiping my tears away.
It reminded me how when we were smaller at ages 6 and a half and 6, how we would comfort each-other when ever we had problems.
Sabrina hugged me and we stood like that for what seemed like hours upon hours though it was really only ten minuets. Lila stirred and looked up towards the door as Lilly poked her playful head through the doggie door and ran off down the hallway and down the stairs. Minuets later Marie came bursting into the room fuming mad.
We barely had time to wipe our tears away before Marie came in and shattered all of the peace that was in the room. "Sarina! I hate Sara! She said that you told mom and dad that they did not care about us and that is why they took an earlier flight home from New York because of you. Tell me it is not true..... Tell me that Sara is a big fat liar..... Please, please tell me this is all a bad dream and that I'll wake up soon and everything will be the way it has always been," Marie said in hysterics as tears began to streak down her red face, and her whole body began to tremble with hysteria. I slowly cleared my throat and straightened up saying "I was mad at them for breaking another promise to us and not coming home....... But I never said that they did not care about us, because they did and they still do! Sara is not lying to you. I'm really sorry but this is not a bad dream," I managed to say in a clam soft voice. Marie looked up at me then she turned around and ran out the door. "I got to go Bri... Sorry," I said as I ran out after Marie.
I later found her in our special place by the edge of a small stream that flows by our house.
Stay tuned for part three
