One year later
The Sun of my bedroom woke me up through the window, piercing my eyes and my dreams. I groaned as I rolled over onto my stomach to block the light.
My alarm went off as soon as I got comfortable in my bed. I groaned yet again and grabbed my phone, turning it off.
I looked down at the time, 9 am.
"Good morning to me." I mumbled rolling out of the bed. I picked up my sweatpants off the floor that I had ripped off in the middle of the night when I got too hot, and put them on.
"Tia?" I yelled as if she was home. I new she wasn't but part of me thought she would be since, you know, she's suppose to be watching me.
That however wasn't have my aunt rolled. I hadn't seen her in the last week after she brought her new boyfriend home one night. I assume she was either dead or gambling to her hearts desire.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowel and some cereal. I poured the sugary breakfast into the bowel and the opened the fridge to grab the milk. I poured that in and then pushed it over to the bar stool. I sat down and unlocked my phone as I shoveled the cereal into my mouth.
It wasn't a surprise that there was no texts to me. Making friends was kinda hard when you hated pekoe who were immature.
I'll admit I've had to grow up faster than other kids, I've been taking care of my self for years now but I always felt like a kid.
I still do.
The only thing I could do as an 18 year old was leave this house. Graduating early was the stupidest thing I ever did because it just meant I had to spend more time in this house alone.
I didn't know where I could go; I had no money, no job, no car. I walked 10 minutes to the gas station on most days to buy a box of cigarettes and that's the only time I got out.
My friends here were still in school and they weren't the kind of people you hung out with outside of school.
I opened up Twitter and ate my cereal as I went through my feed. I never understood Twitter, at all. Although I always had a lot to say, I won't post that on the internet for free.
I refreshed the page only to choke on my cereal at the new tweets.
They were from my dad.
I was surprised he even knew how to tweet.
I haven't talked to my dad in about 6 months. It wasn't either of our faults, we just grew out of things to say. There's only so much that happens in a person life that you need to tell them about.
To be honest I haven't talked to any of the guys down there in months.
Anyone who said that long distance friendships were doable is a liar. You can't grow with someone if you aren't with them.
"Holy shit." I mumbled clicking on dad's profile to see his tweets from the night before.
Tomorrow night. Eagles reign supreme!
It's about time for the Valley to see why karate is all about!
ITS ON: LAWRENCE-LARUSSO REMATCH! hashbrown dead meat
This better end up on YouTube so I can watch it.
I thought for a second before turning to look into the room. Tia wasn't home. I was 18.
I could go to the valley to watch Mr. LaRusso beat the shit out of my dad.
I could get my couch back.
"My couch." I mumbled as I went to the web and looked up flights from Reno to the Hollywood Burbank airport. I clicked the cheapest one that was leaving the soonest and bought it with my aunts credit card that I had one file.
She, to be honest, would never know.
The plane was leaving in two hours.
Spur of the minute decisions were my life modo.
I hadn't even let the reality of me reuniting with any of my friends or family set in yet before I was g rabbing my suitcase and putting random clothes inside. I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber that would be here in 5.
