Months have passed.
Adam and I have stopped speaking. However, he is not seeing anyone that I'm aware of.
Ava and I don't communicate either. It's just me on my own this time.
The first school year is almost over. Dad and I got closer. Yes, Dad.
Amy and I have grown to respect one another. I hesitate to call us "friends" since I'm not sure if I would define that term broadly.
She is my sister, a fact that I am still struggling to accept.
I mean no one can blame me. The girl who bullied me, fought me, and hated me.
I wonder what happened to her friends, Rose, Jacob, Elijah, Rebecca, and Jane.
Sometimes I see her, but never when they are around. Perhaps she is alone as well.
School is out.
I'm enjoying my chocolate ice cream while sitting on a bench.
I must find a job if I want to move to Los Angeles so that I may begin saving up.
Maybe I should work with Dad. Yes. That's what I should do. I'm going to give him a call so we can discuss this in person.
I called my dad. I'm hoping he responds.
"Hello, sweetheart. What's up?" - Tony
"I'm doing great. What are you doing?" - Lisa
"On the couch, laying down. Why? What happened?" - Tony
"Nothing is wrong, but I want to speak with you in person." - Lisa
"Okay, Bye, love you." -Tony.
"Love you too," - Lisa
I left the bench and patiently awaited the bus.
The bus shows up. It seems somewhat empty. My dad's house is far away.
After twenty minutes, I arrived.
"Hey, sweetheart. Come on in." Dad greeted me, as he opened the door.
We sat down on the couch.
"I want to save money now because when I'm older I want to move to LA to study once I graduate from high school." I told dad, as I turned to face him.
"That's great, sweetheart. Tony answered.
"So, I was wondering if I could work with you." I asked him.
"Well, although it's not up to me, I would be thrilled. I'll talk with my manager." Tony continued.
"That's great." I grinned.
"For how long do you want to work?" Tony asked.
"Well, I still attend class, so it will probably be four till eight." I answered.
A week has passed.
I went to work. I sweep the floor and wash the dishes.
Even though I occasionally take orders from customers.
Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays are my workdays. Thirty-five bucks an hour are what I make.
Mom is a little apprehensive about my employment. She believes that I won't be able to take the stress. Especially in terms of school.
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On My Own
Short StoryThe high school year has begun for fifteen-year-old Lisa Hale. She experiences bullying and false accusations. She did not feel the need to inform her mother about her school drama. She eventually falls in love with a boy, but the feelings don't en...
