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I instantly start to lie. “ it was some kids at school. They told me to get rid of it for them so their nosy parents wouldn’t find it.” I was shaking, not just because I was lying, but because of all the things that I have heard today. It’s all running through my brain, and it feels like everybody can see my discomfort. “ Are you sure, Amanda?” My dad says, with obvious distrust in his voice. “Yes…” I respond, and start to fidget with my pocket. He suddenly exploded, “Then why the hell was it in your pocket with your brothers name on it?!!”
I start stammering, trying to think up a story my dad would believe, but come up empty-handed. "I-he-uh-"
Suddenly I hear a voice from behind me. "What's going on?" Samuel asked sharply, eyeing the note my dad was holding. His face paled, making the makeup hiding the bruises more obvious to see.
"That's a great question, Samuel." Dad said, barely keeping his cool. "Why does Amanda have a note claiming you're in a gang?!"
"i dont know dad. but its not her fault. everything is fine!" Samuel talks quickly. my dads fuming. Avery walks in and says, all excited, "Are we having a family meeting? why are you leaving me out of it? you know i always contribute great things to the conversation."
My dad turns to her, and I think he was whispering everything that happened. Samuel grabbed my shoulder, and we both ran upstairs.
"Why's dad so mad at you?" Samuel asked quietly. I threw my hands up as a sign that I had no clue. "He saw the note, but he seems SUPER mad about it!"
He nodded. "Madder than I've ever seen him. You sure it's just about the note?"
I shrugged. "It's gotta be something else, but what?"
Samuel looks uncomfortable. “Oh.” I say. “You all knew about me.” I look at him, and his eyes have a darkness to them.
"Would you really rather have to tell us yourself?" He asked, sounding angry. "Would you have rather come out to us yourself, not knowing if we'd be accepting towards it?! I know when Mackenzie came out to his parents, they weren't exactly overjoyed!"
"What if that's why dad's mad?" I say, purposely avoiding the question. "What if it's because I-"
"Then shame on him!" Samuel responds. "If he can't accept that, shame on him!"
I must have looked astonished because he continued on to say, “Well, you didn’t realize Dad was going to say something about it last night, and today you just came out so aggressively?! We were just trying to support you, but you know Dad is slightly homophobic, and quite a perfectionist. This is hard!” He stuttered the last part out. My chest was beating hard as a result of my surprise, that Samuel had yelled at me.
He looked like he was going to say something else until he saw my face. looked at me again, and saw that I was shocked, and slightly scared.-he never raised his voice or snapped like this- and he snapped his mouth shut.
"I'm sorry," He said, looking down at his shoes. "It's just- a LOT to take in."
I nodded, about to say something, when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Avery never came upstairs, and they sounded too firm to be Michaels.
"Dad," Samuel whispered, seeming to shrink. "We need to come up with some kind of story why I'm in a gang, and FAST."
An idea instantly pops up in my head. “You decided to join karate for the school, so it’s just a mix up. You have to say sorry and that you were confused when he asked us the question.” He looks at me doubtfully, but dad walks in.
"You kids ready to tell me what the heck that was all about?" My dad asked, face red. I nodded. "As a matter of fact, he does." Dad looks at Samuel expectantly. My brother eyed me nervously.
"Mix up," My brother said, trying to sound confident. He never was amazing at lying. "Joined an after school karate project, and they mixed it up."
Please believe him, my internally pleaded.
“You know I will be calling the school about this?” He asked in a low, unhappy tone. We shake our heads. “If your lying, your both out of school.” He says, and those words push a button inside of me. I instantly start to cry loudly. Not bawling, but, you know. My dad looks surprised, but keeps his composure. Samuel is tense as a log, and is staring straight ahead. “So you better not be lying!” He warns us, and leaves the room abruptly.
"Well," Samuel said quietly. "We're not going to school again."
"No!" I cried. "This can't be happening!" Of course, the one time I actually WANTED to go to school, I had to get taken out of it!
Samuel was quiet, thinking. "How would he even take us out?" He asked finally. "Like, not even online school? That's illegal!"
I shrugged. "Probably online school or something like that."
He starts to mutter. “As minors, we can’t physically do anything about him taking us out of school.” Suddenly we hear dad yelling from downstairs. “Get down here!” We look at each other and run downstairs. We can’t risk dad getting more mad. We reach the end of the stairs, and I look out the window. There is camera men and women, news reporters, a guy preaching to a small group of people, right in front of our house. I start to freak out. WTH are there cameras and people filming my house!?
"Dad?" I say nervously. "What are these guys doing here?!"
"I don't know!" He shouted. My palms started to sweat, the way they always do when I get nervous, which is basically every time I have to do something in front of a crowd.
"No use standing here then." My brother said, reaching for the doorknob. "Only way to find out is to aske them."
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