Just another Tumor

Fat lip

Samantha Type 

I'm digging through boxes of my room again. It's been a hard day but I need to get this done. I feel uneasy about the with Jayden and when I came home and went to my room, I was thankful my mom didn't come looking for me. I think I'm mostly frustrated that his friend acts like that. What if Jayden is like that. He could be, I'm judging him when I shouldn't be. I mean, look at me. I'm a mess. Even more so than before this whole date thing. I should've kept to myself, I shouldn't have talked to poor Ethan. I've only been here for three weeks and I already messed this up. I find my jewelry tree and place it on my dresser. It has plastic birds with holes for eyes to hang earrings on. My grandparents got it for my 15th birthday. It's cluttered with tangled necklaces and bracelets. I set my mind to untangle them, when I'm almost done my door crashes open and my little sister Steph barges in. 

"YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT SEAN DID TODAY AT SCHOOL!" She yells and throws her hands in the air. Not a moment later Sage and Seth come running into my room.

"SAMMY GUESS WHAT!" Seth yells as Stephanie glares at him.

"SEAN GOT IN A FIGHT!" Sage yells and I immediately storm out of my room looking for Sean. I see him in the living room getting a lecture from my dad. Sitting on the couch looking down.

"What happened?" I say and dad looks at me. I can tell he is pissed, his face is red and hands are clenched into fists.

"You better tell her." My dad says to Sean and glares at him. Sean shoots his head up and is staring at Dad. I can't see his face but I'm sure he's trying to silently plead with him. "Go on. She'll be your punishment." Dad walks away , I'm assuming to find mom.

"Sean." I say and he turns to me. A black eye and a bruised lip. I could kill the kid who did this to him. "What the f**k happened to you?!" I say and rush to sit beside him. 

"It's fine Sam. I'm okay." He's calm when talking to me but I feel the exact opposite.

"Obviously you're not. Who did this? I'll make sure it never happens again. I'm gonna beat the living..."

"I started it." Sean interrupts me and looks down. Ashamed of what he's going to say. "The other kid has a broken nose and wrist. I started the fight." I feel a wave of sadness wash over me. My kid brother used to be sweet and happy. I did this to him. I created this anger in him. I can feel tears at the corners of my eyes but I try not let them fall.

"Why?" I try to look at Sean and try to contain myself.

"I don't want to talk about it." He stands up and starts to walk away from me. I get up and follow him.

"Well you're gonna have to. What happened to make you break a kids nose, Sean. This is serious. Dads pissed and I'm sure mom isn't going to be too impressed either." He stops walking and so do I.

"You wanna know, fine. These two guys were talking about some weird girl in their class and talking about how she must be missing a screw." I knew where this was going and I didn't like it. "They were older than me. Can you guess who they were talking about? Yeah. Sure I shouldn't have done it but they were talking about my sister. s**t you do, the way you are, it affects me." He turns around and points as he's giving me this lecture. I feel my tears fall from my face as he continues on. "Can you stop being so f*****g weird! I don't want to have to defend you all the time."

"Sean that's enough." My dad is standing behind Sean. "Go to your room. Your mom and I will deal with later." Sean turns around and storms into his room. "Samantha, it's not your fault. He should know better than this."

"But it is dad. I ruin everything. I always have." I start to cry harder and push past my dad and lock myself in my room. This is always how it's going to be now. My family will always be burdened with me around. I wish I didn't wake up that day. I wish it was me instead of Mike. I should have went deeper. I hear shouting behind the door but it's not directed to me. I can hear my mom yelling. She must be doing it to Sean. I unlock my door and open it. 

"How dare you blame your sister. I raised you right Sean, how dare you blame any one. You will apologize to her, you will apologize to that boy and you will apologize to his mother. I WILL NOT, WILL NOT ALLOW ANY OF MY CHILDREN THINK THAT VIOLENCE IS A SOLUTION! DO YOU ALL HEAR ME!" My mom looks around and I see all my siblings at their doors. Everyone nods, including me. "Good. Sean, go. Now!" She points to me and Sean walks over. He was obviously crying.

"Samantha, I am sorry I let you think that you were to blame for my outburst. I am in control of my actions and emotions and I acted poorly. I hope you will forgive me for this." He stirs out an apology that my mom has made us practice. We're not allowed to just say sorry. My mom taught us that apologies need reason and a solution. 

"Thank you Sean." He walks back over to mom.

"Now Sean, what was the name of that boy you injured." 

"How am  supposed to know, I didn't exactly introduce myself before punching him." My mom glares at him and walks away.

"Well you better find out. I want this dealt with before tomorrow morning." She yells out and Sean sighs and goes into his room. I'm curious about who it is. Probably a guy I have a class with, although I don't talk much in school, I'm not really the normality either.

"Sammy can you help with my homework, SARAH IS BEING A BUTT FACE!" Stephanie comes up to me and yells out the last part to Sarah's door.

"I'M SORRY I HAVE A LIFE STEPH GEEZ!" Sarah yells back from her room.

"Depends what it is?" I say and look at the papers in her hands. Math. Grade 6 math. It has a bunch of questions about measurements. "I'm not really the best at math Steph." I say handing it back to her.

"Well Sarah is going out and Sean has stuff to do with his 'incident' so that only leaves you."

"I'm so glad I'm your third choice." I say sarcastically. "I'll try okay?" She nods her head and walks into my room. 

We work on Steph's homework for about an hour. I say we but it was mostly her explaining it to me and her figuring it out on her own. Once she's done she helps me put some things away from the last box from moving.