Epic Sins (Epic Fail #1)(23)
“Thank you for coming today to the Fifth Grade Science Fair. I know the students who chose to participate worked really hard on their projects.” His eyes scan the room and find Cassie. She refused to do a project and didn’t care if she missed out on the opportunity to get a boost in her grade. I know he was disappointed that she decided not to participate.
“For the next sixty minutes, science teachers from other schools in our district and I, will make our way to each display. We will rate it on several factors, including accuracy, size and scale, functionality and overall merit. Good luck to all of you and we’ll announce winners when we’re finished.”
“What does merit mean?” I ask my father.
“It means it has to be good overall. They’ll take it all under consideration and base their judgment on that. Don’t worry, Sam. Your solar system is perfect.”
“You mean our solar system.” I smile and give him a kiss.
The next hour is stressful. I watch the judges move from table to table with scowls on their faces. They don’t seem to like any of the projects, and I’m sure mine will not impress them in the least.
Mr. Fahey leads the group to my table and stops, quietly observing. I see them bending and measuring the distance between planets. They keep referring to the scale that I placed at the corner of my table. One of the other judges takes a plastic ruler from her pocket, and places it over the scale and nods her head. I have no idea what is going on, but they are all mumbling amongst themselves.
“Ms. Weston, can you tell us the size of our solar system?” My chest clenches and I look over at my dad, who just smiles and nods his head.
“Well, I don’t think anyone has been able to come up with an exact size, but many astronomers say if you drove your car from the Sun to Pluto, it would take six thousand years.”
“And our entire solar system?” Mr. Fahey presses.
“That could take a car almost nineteen million years to drive, Mr. Fahey. It’s really, really big.”
I take a deep breath and try to think of other things they could possibly quiz me on.
“This solar system is constructed remarkably, Ms. Weston. Your attention to detail is quite stunning,” one of the judges says with a smile. My dad nudges me and I swat his hand away.
“Thank you.”
The group moves on to Eddie’s table, and he’s practically in tears. His volcano hasn’t worked properly all day, and I suddenly feel sorry for him.
“See?” Dad’s voice booms with pride. “I told you it was going to be a piece of cake!”
“That was wonderful, honey,” my mother says as she kisses me on the cheek. “You make us so very proud.”
“Thanks, Mom and Dad, but I didn’t win yet. They still have to visit a few more tables and who knows what they thought of everyone else. I’m not holding my breath.”
Cassie comes running over. “Did you see Piper’s project? The sunflower is practically dead! I don’t know what she’s trying to prove with hers, but she’s going to lose.” It’s no secret that Cassie doesn’t like Piper, but you have to give the girl credit for trying.
“Be nice,” I state, and Cassie giggles.
“You, on the other hand, definitely put in the work. You can light it up like a Christmas tree.”
She grabs my hand when she sees Mr. Fahey and the other judges deliberating in the corner. “This is it!” she squeals.
My father places his hands on my shoulders and squeezes. “We got this,” he says confidently.
HOURS LATER, I’M STANDING in front of my bedroom mirror, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face.
They were all right.
The First Prize blue ribbon is hanging on my bedroom mirror. I touch it and feel victory with every stroke.
“We’re so proud of you, Sam.” Mom’s voice is soft behind me.
I see my parents’ reflection in the mirror as they enter the room. Dad’s arm is draped around Mom’s waist.
“Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without you both.”
“That’s the first of many prizes for your hard work,” Dad says.
“Let’s go celebrate!” Mom grabs my hand and leads us both out the door.
As we head out to our favorite restaurant, my smile remains huge. I watch my parents hold hands in the front seat of the SUV, and I can feel their love all around me.
They make me so happy, and I never want this feeling to go away.
They’re everything to me.
Garrett
Past
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Age 18
“GARRETT, WE’RE SO PROUD OF YOU.” My mother’s face shines through the haze of the smoky bar.
“Son, we couldn’t be prouder,” Bill says, squeezing my shoulder.
Son.
It still feels weird and a little uncomfortable, but I called Bill ‘Dad’ accidentally a few weeks ago, and he’s been calling me ‘Son’ ever since. He’s a great guy and loves Mom so much. He’s given us both a wonderful life and hasn’t ever looked down on the profession that I’ve chosen.
Of course, it wasn’t so easy the night that my mom found out that I hadn’t really gone to Rob Shultz’s house almost three years ago. She called Mrs. Shultz the second I walked out the door, confirming her immediate suspicions that I was lying to her. As soon as I got home, she grilled me about where I’d gone and why I felt like I couldn’t tell her the truth. So I stopped lying and told her everything.