Virtual School Essay

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I hold Nicholas’ sleeping form in my arms as I walk out the house. Carefully, I place him in the backseat of my car where his child seat takes up residence, a child seat I would soon need to get rid of. A few months, almost four, have passed since my parents’ death. The shock of it wore off and now I find the air getting into my lungs a lot easier and my emotions no longer swirl uncontrollably inside of me. Some would find it wrong, but my parents being gone is almost soothing to me. Accepting their death took a lot off my shoulders, crying and breaking down a month after their death worked off all the emotions I had no idea how to deal with. With the meltdown came a lightness in my heart where, finally, I slowly let go of my demons. …show more content…
Moving in with her as my legal guardian means I have to follow her rules and her rules imply going back to regular school as part of our deal. I can stay at her house and finish my sophomore year through virtual school but I have to go back for my last two years of high school, junior and senior. I am hoping I can somehow convince her otherwise later on, for now she is sticking to that decision. I’ve been doing fine with virtual school since freshman year and heading towards a campus full with too many stranger is not something I’m looking forward …show more content…
I don’t ask my aunt where my cousin is as I continue looking at the frames; I know exactly where she is and with who. Stopping at a picture with a group of friends, Stacy and Ryan smiling with arms around each other while a few other surround them. From left to right they stand in a line that seems to be made out of couples. A beautiful girl with bright and long blonde hair stands first hand linked around the waist to a curly haired dirty blonde boy with mossy green eyes and a crocked smirk. I blink and stare at him for a while inspecting his every feature with an interest that’s almost creepy. The boy seems familiar, but his face draws a blank in my head. The eyes, however, intrigue me far more than anything of his persona. Those eyes are eyes I see every now and then in my dreams. Eyes that plead and cry out for me, eyes that belong to a faceless face. I shake it off as a coincidence, many people have green