This continues an excerpt from Mad Science Institute, a novel of calamities, creatures, and college matriculation. The novel will be available 12/16/2011, but you can read the beginning here first!
I let him take the eviction warning out of my hands. He folded it up neatly and placed it on the stack, then absent-mindedly picked at the spot of charcoal where my autogyro had burned through the table’s finish. I sat with my back against the wall and wrapped my arms around my knees.
“This seems like a good time for me to take the scholarship and move out,” I said slowly. “Then you wouldn’t have to keep paying for me and all my disasters.”
“Don’t go unless you want to,” he said, sliding down to sit next to me, then putting his arm around my shoulders and drawing me in close. “Believe me when I say I don’t want you to go if you’re not ready. Actually, I don’t want you to go ever. I’ve been dreading the day when you move out, you know. But, well, education is worth any sacrifice.”
It wasn’t until then that I realized my leaving would be as hard on him as it was on me. Then I imagined him having to live in his van for the rest of his life, which is what would happen if he had to keep paying for my housing, food, and collateral damage. It was only fair that I accept my exile to make up for my mistakes.
Look out, college—here I come.