Previews Story

I'm currently writing the 14th part of the story. Unlike the previews story, the rest are written this year, so my writing's a bit better.
I'll post more if any of you people like it. If not, then I'll post more when I feel like it.

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Richard’s 16, starting junior year at this horrible public school they call an all animal school ranging from fish to land animals to winged creatures. Richard’s a shark, which makes him prone to drying out in the sun or just being outside in general. I told him that I was home schooled and that I was studying dead languages like Latin which explains why I always carry around that book my father gave me. Richard once peeked into the book, but he found no interest even with a book with pictures.
Richard does this daily thing where he rides the public bus just to get to his school bus and vice versa. He said that he got to know the public bus driver and it’s always the same bus driver who picks him up from home and drops him off at home. Every school day when he comes through the front door, I’ll be sitting on a couch with the book in my hands and I’ll ask him “How’s your day?” because I know that it’ll take at least an hour for him to get to school and from school. His answers vary depending on his mood but I get a lot of Okays.
One day, I finally asked him about his situation. He said that his parents are farmers who are super religious and his parents wanted him to be a farmer too. He didn’t like any of that and he rebelled against them. Apparently his parents had an empty house in another city, Las Vegas. Richard moved from the edge of California to the edge of Las Vegas. At least once a month his parents would bring him money that’s supposed to go straight to food and water. Richard had an idea, thinking that he could save up money that his parents bring him and perhaps buy a movie ticket or buy a new game, but he didn’t want to spend it on himself. He wanted to spend it on me too, so he waits and saves twice as much just so that I can see a movie with him or buy a game of my own.
None of his friends have ever seen his parents and he doesn’t frame any of their pictures in his house. I asked him about his parents and he asked me to keep a secret. Of course I wanted to know the secret, so I said “Yeah, sure”
“I’m adopted” He said.
“Do they know you’re a shark in a desert?” I asked.
“I don’t think so, they’re otters” He turned his head sheepishly.
“Is that why you never keep any pictures of your family in your house?”
“Yeah, I kept one though. Sometimes friends come over and they never ask about my family or how I’m even here”
“Do you miss them?”
“Yeah”
Richard looks tough on the outside, but he actually has a big heart. I looked into his eyes while he stared at the floor and I can see him almost shedding a tear. He misses them, but he doesn’t want to go back. He feels different when he’s around them. He says that he feels like the wrong puzzle piece to a picture. Perhaps he wants to meet his real parents. I didn’t ask; this was obviously a sensitive subject.
“What about your parents? I mean, why were out in the middle of nowhere?” He asked.
“Well, my father’s not in… uh, the country and I don’t have a mother” I said
“Then how’d you get here?”
“Um, it’s a long story. I don’t even remember most of how I got here, but I did make sure that my father knows where I am”
“Does he travel a lot?”
“Yeah, I mean it’s hard to get a hold of him sometimes”
This part was true, because I would have to be willing to cut myself to see him. I’m not afraid of blood or the cutting part. It’s just that if I see blood dripping out of me, I’m sure I’ll freak out. Still, I have to check on my father to see if he has any change in plans. Usually, he doesn’t make changes in anything, but I have to check on him regularly to see if his plan will carry out undetected. It’s been three months now since I’ve last seen him, and I’m planning on seeing him again sometime today.