A Vengeful Heart Sees No Love
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Two months went by and the relationship between Peter and the Blaisdells showed a marked improvement. After the incident with the knife, Peter confessed to Paul regarding the incident with the neighbor kid. Though Paul still grounded Peter for fighting, the restriction placed on watching television had been lifted. Peter was still required to attend the special classes in order for him to catch up to attend High School as a freshman.
It wasn't long until Peter was taking the first in the series of GATs. Each test consisted of several parts, true or false questions, multiple choice, and finally an essay section. It would be another two weeks before they would receive word on how Peter did on the tests.
Peter would go to the mailbox each day hoping that the envelope would arrive from the testing board. Finally, that day did arrive. Peter rushed into Paul's study carrying the large manila envelope that contained the results of the tests.
"It's here," Peter declared, and handed the envelope to Paul.
"I thought you'd have that torn open by now," Paul stated while still working on the folder that was sitting in front of him.
"I'm too nervous. What if I failed? Maybe you could look at it for me?"
Paul took the envelope from Peter. "You know there is no reason for you to be nervous. You worked really hard in your classes."
"I know, but . . ."
"But you just want to be certain everything is going to be all right."
"Well, yeah."
Paul opened the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper containing Peter's scores. He scrutinized the sheet for several seconds letting it stretch into a few minutes.
"So, how did I do?"
"Hmmm? Oh, you passed."
"I passed? Is that it?" Peter questioned.
"Well . . ."
"Let me see." Peter snatched the sheet from Paul's hands and began reading the scores. His eyes became wide and a huge grin spread across his face. He then turned toward Paul. "What do you mean I passed. I did more than just passed, but what does it mean?"
"It means that you will be attending High School, not as a freshman, but as a sophomore."
"YES!"
"Just remember, what I told you. You are still on probation because of the knife incident. We've kept that between the three of us. The social worker will be coming tomorrow to check on your progress here. It's been almost four months. It's up to you if you want to continue to stay here."
"Paul, you know I want to," Peter started to say, his face all a glow. "And I'm really sorry for hurting Mom."
"Mom?"
"Yeah, I mean, is it okay if I call her Mom? I never knew my mother. She died when I was two, and well, Annie seems to like it and . . ."
A smile formed on Paul's lips, "Yes, you can call Annie, Mom. So long as I can call you Son once in a while."
An equally large grin formed on Peter's face as he stated, "It's a deal."
"Now get out of here so I can get some work done."
"Yes sir. I think I'll go show Annie, I mean Mom, my test scores."
Paul watched as Peter quickly left his study, a whirlwind of excitement. Peter certainly was going to be a handful, a tiger by the tale, the social worker had said. 'Nah,' Paul thought. But it was only the beginning.
The End
Alisa Joaquin Copyright@2006.
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