the national anthem was playing and we got into my car. it was terrible music and i rolled up my window. a small crowd of people that were watching the baseball game stood up out of respect. i started my car, it was loud. should i have not done that? he grinned, reached over, and honked my horn. we burst out laughing and ducked our heads. why'd you do that?! i laughed. oh man, are they gonna kill me? he laughed. we both laughed and he sat up and told me it was safe to sit up again. it lightly began to rain and i drove him home. my father opened my progress report last night and i acted like i didnt know what he was doing. i walked out of the kitchen, fed the dogs, asked what was for dinner. amanda, we need to talk. i'm sick, i wasnt in the mood for father anger and guilt and regret and depression. i let him yell at me, tell me he was dissapointed, again, and then went to my room and cried. of course i cried, i'm weak, i admit. anyway...i'm not suppose to go online...i snuck here... what amanda...you think you're such a rebel now? he asked. i shook my head and walked away. i'm not a rebel dad...you have no idea...i'm not anything. -amanda