Thread: The New Kid

Dodging probing questions about her life had become very easy for Ruthaleen. Her parents weren't physically abuse at least not anymore, as long as she stayed away from them almost completely. She didn't ask him any questions either, he had his own life and she had no right to pry into it much at all. So when she went home she showered and cleaned and set about getting dinner ready. She cooked dinner and ate once it was finished before cleaning everything up while it was finishing. Once it was completely done she had fifteen minutes before her parents would be home so she quickly set the table and filled the good serving dishes with the food she made and set that on the table. Covering everything and finishing the last touches of cleaning upand setting the table she gathered anything that said she was in the house like normal and she headed to the back of the house where her room was. She had boxes of books, and she had a few stuffed toys not many though and the ones she did have looked like they went through a war. But she still cared for them deeply and she had ttried to sew them back up. Some looked okay others you could tell someone had tried to destroy them. But Ruth set her things in her room and cleaned them as well. Her room had nothing in it that one would have thought a teenage girl even lived there. Only her animals and her school supplies. She didn't have a dresser so she used mre boxes for that too. She had a proper bed and a desk and a chair that was it. She heard the cars enter the driveway however and she sat at the desk and began to work through the school books she had left to finish. She was also writing out her math notes for Eric so they might be more easily understood. The front door opened and closed. Ruthaleen? Called out the deep male voice that belonged to her father. Ruthaleen stood up and opened the door of her bedroom and walked into the hallway. Yes? She asked softly, she hoped the school hadn't called her parents. I got a phone call from the school today. I heard what happened and that you skipped school. If you don't want to go to school, then get out. I'm going to spare you my wife's tirade just this one time, If we get called by the school one more time you know what's going to happen. Don't bother making dinner for yourself for the rest of the week. The taller male said nothing about how he spoke to Ruthaleen suggested there was any love or even tender feelings. For one he never once stated the relationship between their daughter and themselves. Yes sir. Ruthaleen answered quietly before walking back to her room and closing her door. The woman entered the home and nothing more was said about the teenaged girl living in the house. They sat down and had a nice meal, talking between each other and then left their dirty plates at the table. They retired upstairs and closed the door above the stairs and locked it, Ruthaleen couldn't have gotten upstairs even if she wanted to. She left her room to clean up silently. Obviously whatever had happened Ruthaleen was now in a position where she was maid and house keeper and was not to be seen OR heard when her parents were home. In fact there weren't even any pictures of her anywhere in the house other then her room in a photo album packed away in one of the closed boxes. The house held no indication that Ruth even lived there. There was no love, between parents and child. Ruthaleen wasn't even upset about it anymore. So she cleaned everything up and packed up the leftovers for herself for lunch at school. Put it in the very back of the fridge and after everything was cleaned up she went back to her room to finish studying before going to bed. In the morning she showered again and got dressed, grabbed some breakfast cleaned the entire kitchen again and got her lunch. She then walked to school because she never rode the bus. First period came again and she sat in the same spot as she always had, alone with her things directly in front of her as she stared out the window and waited for the rest of the school to show up. The janiters always let her into the school before the bell because she often did nice things for them. She never made a mess either so they liked her a lot, and she did no harm by being in her classroom before the other kids. So she sat in the silence and waited for the bell to ring to let the children inside and then for them to filter into the classrooms. She seemed no different then any other day, in fact she seemed exactly the same, almost boring type of person.