Ascension (The Ascension Series) by A.L. Patterson Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: A.L. Patterson
Sarah’s dad told her mom.
“Thanks, Lawrence,” her mother replied.
The doorbell rang and Sarah’s dad informed them that it was the delivery boy. He opened the door, paid the b oy, and was handed several boxes of food. They all went to the dinner table when Sarah’s dad began separating the boxes. He opened each of the boxes and pulled out a plate which he gave to each of them. The meal consisted of steak, mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, and a skewer of shrimp. Sarah’s mother made lemonade and minutes later they were all enjoying dinner when Sarah’s dad decided to strike up a conversation.
“So Clark,” he said. “How are these grades of yours?”
“3.0 GPA,” Clark said.
“Good, that’s very good.”
“That’s terrific,” Sarah’s mother added.
“Keep it up,” Mr. Ryan told him. “So what do you want to do with yourself?”
“Well I want to try out for the football team.”
“Football?” Mr. Ryan scoffed, “Son, I’m talking about professionally. For the rest of your life.”
“I guess I’m still thinking about it,” Clark said.
“Yeah?” Mr. Ryan said, “Definitely give it some thought. A 3.0 GPA is pretty good. Put those smarts to use. And college is a must.”
“Yes , sir,” Clark said.
“Clark’s great at Eng lish, history, math,” Sarah added.
“And how about you, Sarah?” her dad asked her. “Any future plans?”
“I’m going to college,” Sarah told her father. “And then I’m thinking about being a fitness instructor like mom.”
Her mother smiled while her father shot her a stern look.
“I think that’s super,” her mother said. “You definitely have the body for it. You know that, Sarah? You take after me.”
“Just stick with the education,” her father said. “Now Clark, what do your parents do?”
“My mom’s a secretary at the Hyde Park Community Center.”
“Beautiful place,” said Mr. Ryan.
“And my dad is a machine operator at BioTech Industries.”
“BioTech Industries,” said Mr. Ryan, “owned by Paul Walsh. His son is, er, Charles Walsh. I know he goes to the same school as you two. You know him, Clark?”
“I… I may have seen him around,” Clark said.
“I wouldn’t want you being friends with that kid,” Mr. Ryan said while chomping on a piece of steak. “I’ve heard bad things about that spoiled kid. He’s the type that thinks of girls as pieces of meat. Wouldn’t want a guy like that around my daughter.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not like that, sir.”
“Good.”
“Clark is the nicest boy I’ve ever met,” Sarah said. “He’s always kind, considerate, and really sweet.”
Sarah’s mother smiled, “That’s really nice. It sounds like you’ve found the right young man, Sarah.”
“I hope so,” Mr. Ryan said. He raised his glass of lemonade and asked for a toast as the others followed. “To Clark!”
They finished dinner but not before S arah asked her parents if she could attend a little “social gathering” on Saturday night. Her father was reluctant but gave in after her mother said she was perfectly fine with it. They then had a small disagreement when Sarah’s mom agreed to let her stay out until midnight. Her father said she’d have to be back home by eleven. They finally came to an agreement on eleven thirty.
Clark made his exit when dinner was over. He refrained from kissing his girlfriend with her parents in s ight so he merely waved her bye. Then he sent a text message to Charles. Clark realized that Charles was either in the vicinity or was driving at breakneck speed because Charles arrived only two minutes after Clark texted him.
“How’d it go?” Charles asked as he drove off with Clark in the passenger seat.
“Not bad,” Clark said, “Her dad’s a hard hitter but he didn’t have much to grill me over. So it went okay.”
“That’s why I’m not into the relationship stuff, man,” Charles told him. “Don’t feel like confronting a bunch of alter cocka
“Thanks, Lawrence,” her mother replied.
The doorbell rang and Sarah’s dad informed them that it was the delivery boy. He opened the door, paid the b oy, and was handed several boxes of food. They all went to the dinner table when Sarah’s dad began separating the boxes. He opened each of the boxes and pulled out a plate which he gave to each of them. The meal consisted of steak, mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, and a skewer of shrimp. Sarah’s mother made lemonade and minutes later they were all enjoying dinner when Sarah’s dad decided to strike up a conversation.
“So Clark,” he said. “How are these grades of yours?”
“3.0 GPA,” Clark said.
“Good, that’s very good.”
“That’s terrific,” Sarah’s mother added.
“Keep it up,” Mr. Ryan told him. “So what do you want to do with yourself?”
“Well I want to try out for the football team.”
“Football?” Mr. Ryan scoffed, “Son, I’m talking about professionally. For the rest of your life.”
“I guess I’m still thinking about it,” Clark said.
“Yeah?” Mr. Ryan said, “Definitely give it some thought. A 3.0 GPA is pretty good. Put those smarts to use. And college is a must.”
“Yes , sir,” Clark said.
“Clark’s great at Eng lish, history, math,” Sarah added.
“And how about you, Sarah?” her dad asked her. “Any future plans?”
“I’m going to college,” Sarah told her father. “And then I’m thinking about being a fitness instructor like mom.”
Her mother smiled while her father shot her a stern look.
“I think that’s super,” her mother said. “You definitely have the body for it. You know that, Sarah? You take after me.”
“Just stick with the education,” her father said. “Now Clark, what do your parents do?”
“My mom’s a secretary at the Hyde Park Community Center.”
“Beautiful place,” said Mr. Ryan.
“And my dad is a machine operator at BioTech Industries.”
“BioTech Industries,” said Mr. Ryan, “owned by Paul Walsh. His son is, er, Charles Walsh. I know he goes to the same school as you two. You know him, Clark?”
“I… I may have seen him around,” Clark said.
“I wouldn’t want you being friends with that kid,” Mr. Ryan said while chomping on a piece of steak. “I’ve heard bad things about that spoiled kid. He’s the type that thinks of girls as pieces of meat. Wouldn’t want a guy like that around my daughter.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not like that, sir.”
“Good.”
“Clark is the nicest boy I’ve ever met,” Sarah said. “He’s always kind, considerate, and really sweet.”
Sarah’s mother smiled, “That’s really nice. It sounds like you’ve found the right young man, Sarah.”
“I hope so,” Mr. Ryan said. He raised his glass of lemonade and asked for a toast as the others followed. “To Clark!”
They finished dinner but not before S arah asked her parents if she could attend a little “social gathering” on Saturday night. Her father was reluctant but gave in after her mother said she was perfectly fine with it. They then had a small disagreement when Sarah’s mom agreed to let her stay out until midnight. Her father said she’d have to be back home by eleven. They finally came to an agreement on eleven thirty.
Clark made his exit when dinner was over. He refrained from kissing his girlfriend with her parents in s ight so he merely waved her bye. Then he sent a text message to Charles. Clark realized that Charles was either in the vicinity or was driving at breakneck speed because Charles arrived only two minutes after Clark texted him.
“How’d it go?” Charles asked as he drove off with Clark in the passenger seat.
“Not bad,” Clark said, “Her dad’s a hard hitter but he didn’t have much to grill me over. So it went okay.”
“That’s why I’m not into the relationship stuff, man,” Charles told him. “Don’t feel like confronting a bunch of alter cocka