The sequel to The Runaway Returns. So, read that first, just because some parts might not make sense if you don't.
This is it. The big day is finally here. I am fourteen years old and I am ready. Ready for what, you might ask? I'm ready for High school! I have been waiting for this for as long as I can remember. Okay, a little under a year...Ever since the wedding, all I have wanted to do is go to school. A normal High school for normal teenagers. I know, I know, I am far from a normal teenager, but I can at least pretend, right? Please, someone say right... I have asked mom before if I could go to a public school, she said no. I don't see what the big fuss is about, it's not like public schools will kill me or anything. I think she's just always been scared of losing me or some other parent shit like that. But, now she has Ryan and the twins. It was actually Ryan who gave me the okay to go to High school.
"Mom?" I placed my hand on her shoulder and I heard her sniffle a few times before answering me. My own bottom lip wobbled and I instantly started backing away from her.
"Yeah?" She was folding the laundry. She never folded the laundry. Mom had been acting weird ever since she had lost the baby. She had a miscarriage two and a half months after she got pregnant again on her honeymoon. It was tragic for all of us, we had been looking forward to a new baby. Well, mom, Ryan and the twits-I mean twins, had been. But I was still devastated by it.
"N-Never mind, I'll go ask Ryan." I said, leaving her in peace. I hated seeing her like that, it tore me in two. Mom had always been there for me and I wanted to be there for her, but I had no idea how to be. The best thing I could do was stay out of her hair for a little while, so High school was the perfect place to go.
I waltzed over to Ryan in the kitchen, pretending to be majorly happy about something or other. He gave me that look that he always gives me. That look that says 'mental patient alert'.
"Ryyyyyyyyyyaaaaan." I called his name out, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. "I know you love me." I was such a suck up when I wanted to be.
"I do?" He teased, going back to his newspaper. I swear, all he ever does is read that dang thing!
"Yeah, you do." I told him. "Well, because you love me so much-"
"How much is this going to cost?"
"Not much! I promise." I said, holding my hands up in defense and hoping to win him over. "I just want to know if you'll apply me for High school." He started to choke on his orange juice.
"H-High school?" He asked, spitting the drink back in the glass.
"Yeah, High school." I smiled sweetly, running my fingers up and down his back. I may not have known Ryan my whole life, but I was still his daughter. Fathers were supposed to spoil their daughters rotten! And it's not like I was asking him to take me to the moon!
"Why do you want to go to High school?" My face dropped, whenever he asked 'why', I knew he didn't want me to go. "High school is shit, Mel, you don't wanna go there, trust me, I've been."
"Times have changed, daddy-o, High school isn't the place where you went." What the hell had just come out of my mouth?
"Oh, it isn't. I know it isn't. High school is now a place where more young guys with hormonal issues can pray on my eldest daughter."
"RYAN!" I screamed. He wasn't over the fact that I now had a boyfriend and was scared that every boy I met would be all over me...Okay, that part is kind of true. Guys do intend to be 'all over me', but I can't help that and Ryan can't protect me against every single one of them. Plus, I'm happy with Jackson, I wouldn't dare look at another guy.
"And what High school do you want to go to?"
"The one across town, it's not too far away and the people there will be close to me in case I make new friends."
"You? Make friends?" He laughed. "Joke of the day, Mel, joke of the day." I playfully slapped him upside the head.
"I'm serious!" I whined. I really wanted to go to High school. I wanted a chance to be normal for once.
"Okay, okay, what did Amanda say when you asked her?"
"I didn't..." I mumbled, trailing off.
"Of course you didn't, you want me to do it."
"You know me so well." I said, ruffling his hair. I gave him a quick squeeze and skipped out the door. "I love you, Ryan." I was going to High school!
Ryan talked it over with mom that night, she wasn't in the mood to say no, so I was going to High school! I was over the moon excited about it. I had never been to a school before and I had no idea what to expect. It was crazy.
As soon as Ryan told me the good news, I called Jackson to tell him. However, he wasn't as thrilled as I was. In fact, he hated the idea of me going to High school.
"Babe, why do you want to go to High school?" He said it like it was some sort of filth. Which, I guess, to someone like him, it was. Jackson is a number one record selling singer. He has a tutor three times a week and even that he hates. School is beneath him.
"Jackson, I want to go, can we just leave it at that? If you really wanted what's best for me, like a normal boyfriend would, then you'd let me go." I was giving puppy dog eyes down the phone even though I knew he couldn't see me.
"NO!" He shouted, making me shift on my bed uncomfortably. "I don't want you going to a place where any guy could get his claws on you and then I'll-"
"Is that what this is about?" I cut across him, my face curled into unimaginable fury. "You're scared of me going off with some other guy?" Silence. I'd hit a raw nerve with him. "I thought we had trust, Jackson, but obviously we don't. We can't have a relationship without trust."
"Mel, I-" But I hung up. That was our first proper fight. We'd been together for about six months officially and we had never fought over anything. Then a stupid thing like High school got in between us. Luckily, Jackson called back a few days later.
"Mel, baby, I'm sorry." He pleaded down the phone for my forgiveness. "I love you and I'm just scared of losing you, that's all."
"I love you too, but you're not losing me." I said, twisting my hair around my fingers, it was something I did when I was nervous. A bad habit I really needed to stop.
"I know that now, so I want you to go to High school." He said, I smiled. I smiled brighter than I had ever smiled before. Having Jackson's approval was worth more to me than anyone else’s.
"Thank you." I giggled, still playing with my hair. "But, for the record, I was going to go anyway."
"Whatever." He laughed and soon the two of us were just cracking up on the phone.
I had to wait a week after I applied to actually go to the school. I wasn't sure why that was, but I didn't care. As long as I could get in, that was all I cared about. However, exactly one week after Ryan had taken me down to fill out the forms, we got the call and I had made it in. Waiting for that call had been worse than when I had to wait for the call to get into that film with Tom Cruise (which I didn't get in!), but it was worth it in the end. I was going to High school!