Reluctance (The Exchange #2) Read Online Free
Author: M. B. Feeney
mess for me, Mom, and Dad to clear up.
I’m also thinking about asking Mom for her email address to drop her a line, telling her to not come, or to at least find another host family.
I wouldn’t subject anyone to this house.
Aiden
Chapter Five
March 2012
So, Mizz . Jones is willing to stop seeing me, for a month; to see how I cope with my ‘issues’, without having the knowledge that I’ll be seeing her within a week to fall back on. I told her it wasn’t necessary for her to “reassess the situation” in April, but she’s being stubborn about it.
I don’t even know why, when I don’t have to, I’m still writing in this journal. Maybe its habit, or maybe it’s a comfort blanket kinda thing. I don’t know, but I’m going to keep doing it for a while, see what happens. It may be that in a couple of days, I’ll put the book to one side and forget all about it.
I’ll never tell Mizz . Jones, if we start meeting again, that I’ve come to actually enjoy writing this shit down. I fought her so hard about this damn journal, but I guess, and I’ll never tell her this, she was right about it. Diary writing is something that boys don’t do. Well, I’d never thought it was, until I started this one.
Ty saw me writing in the book yesterday, and tried to take it off me. My heart leaped into my throat at the thought of him reading stuff like this. Luckily, Mom walked in as he grabbed it and made him give it back. I’m making sure I hide it properly from now on. Mom and Dad know all about the journal that Mizz . Jones gave me, yet they’ve never once asked if they can read it− not that I’d let them if they did. I don’t know whether this means they’re uninterested or if they’re giving me some privacy.
Even though I barely spoke to her when I had to sit in her office every week, not having Mizz. Jones to discuss this with is making it harder to write this shit down. I honestly thought it would get easier without her reading the entries every week, but it’s the opposite.
Maybe there’s something to this therapy schtick.
Aiden
—∫∫∫∫—
March 2012
I got some great news today, which has made deciding which school’s place to accept. The board members from the oil refinery sent me a letter offering me funding. That’s ten grand towards my tuition, something they only offer to one Senior a year.
Naturally, there are conditions to the offer. The first of which is that I have to stay in state to qualify. I had been torn, but this offer has made it easier to make my decision. They’ve invited me, Mom, and Dad to have a meeting to discuss the possibility of an annual payment rather than a one off lump sum.
Mom’s beside herself. I know she’d been really worried about me heading to college. Ty got a full ride thanks to his sports, but it was looking less likely I’d be offered anything similar. My college fund held about twenty to thirty grand, which would begin to cover one year’s tuition, depending on the school, but after that. . . She was panicking. If we take this offer, added to the Pell Grant I’ve applied for, it could really help us all out.
Speaking of Mom, she’s been decorating the guest bedroom, ready for this Holly chick. She can’t wait to have another woman round the house I guess. Ty’s prowling like she’s already here, so I’ve been spending more and more time either with Zac or at the library.
It’s going to be weird having a stranger in my house, but I’m hoping it’ll take everyone’s attention away from me for a while, give me the chance to concentrate on school work.
Aiden
—∫∫∫∫—
April 2012
Ty came home wasted last night. There was a major kegger at a frat house after his Lacrosse game. He gave all the talk about needing to celebrate the win and to let off steam, but Dad wasn’t happy at all, and for punishment has told him he has to go pick Holly up at the airport. He tried to bribe me to
I’m also thinking about asking Mom for her email address to drop her a line, telling her to not come, or to at least find another host family.
I wouldn’t subject anyone to this house.
Aiden
Chapter Five
March 2012
So, Mizz . Jones is willing to stop seeing me, for a month; to see how I cope with my ‘issues’, without having the knowledge that I’ll be seeing her within a week to fall back on. I told her it wasn’t necessary for her to “reassess the situation” in April, but she’s being stubborn about it.
I don’t even know why, when I don’t have to, I’m still writing in this journal. Maybe its habit, or maybe it’s a comfort blanket kinda thing. I don’t know, but I’m going to keep doing it for a while, see what happens. It may be that in a couple of days, I’ll put the book to one side and forget all about it.
I’ll never tell Mizz . Jones, if we start meeting again, that I’ve come to actually enjoy writing this shit down. I fought her so hard about this damn journal, but I guess, and I’ll never tell her this, she was right about it. Diary writing is something that boys don’t do. Well, I’d never thought it was, until I started this one.
Ty saw me writing in the book yesterday, and tried to take it off me. My heart leaped into my throat at the thought of him reading stuff like this. Luckily, Mom walked in as he grabbed it and made him give it back. I’m making sure I hide it properly from now on. Mom and Dad know all about the journal that Mizz . Jones gave me, yet they’ve never once asked if they can read it− not that I’d let them if they did. I don’t know whether this means they’re uninterested or if they’re giving me some privacy.
Even though I barely spoke to her when I had to sit in her office every week, not having Mizz. Jones to discuss this with is making it harder to write this shit down. I honestly thought it would get easier without her reading the entries every week, but it’s the opposite.
Maybe there’s something to this therapy schtick.
Aiden
—∫∫∫∫—
March 2012
I got some great news today, which has made deciding which school’s place to accept. The board members from the oil refinery sent me a letter offering me funding. That’s ten grand towards my tuition, something they only offer to one Senior a year.
Naturally, there are conditions to the offer. The first of which is that I have to stay in state to qualify. I had been torn, but this offer has made it easier to make my decision. They’ve invited me, Mom, and Dad to have a meeting to discuss the possibility of an annual payment rather than a one off lump sum.
Mom’s beside herself. I know she’d been really worried about me heading to college. Ty got a full ride thanks to his sports, but it was looking less likely I’d be offered anything similar. My college fund held about twenty to thirty grand, which would begin to cover one year’s tuition, depending on the school, but after that. . . She was panicking. If we take this offer, added to the Pell Grant I’ve applied for, it could really help us all out.
Speaking of Mom, she’s been decorating the guest bedroom, ready for this Holly chick. She can’t wait to have another woman round the house I guess. Ty’s prowling like she’s already here, so I’ve been spending more and more time either with Zac or at the library.
It’s going to be weird having a stranger in my house, but I’m hoping it’ll take everyone’s attention away from me for a while, give me the chance to concentrate on school work.
Aiden
—∫∫∫∫—
April 2012
Ty came home wasted last night. There was a major kegger at a frat house after his Lacrosse game. He gave all the talk about needing to celebrate the win and to let off steam, but Dad wasn’t happy at all, and for punishment has told him he has to go pick Holly up at the airport. He tried to bribe me to
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