Ashlyn's P.O.V
I like my piercings, I like my hair, I like how I dress. I don't understand my dads problem with them, maybe it makes me look like my mother? Anyway he shouldn't care. I crush the cookies that are in my hand, making a mess on the floor in my bedroom. I hear light footsteps come into my room, I throw my body onto my big cushy chair, I pull my legs up close to me.
"Ashlyn?" It's Michael, I completely abandoned him in the kitchen.
"What?" my voice extremely hoarse, I didn't realize it but I was crying.
I feel the weight shift in the chair, and an arm wrap around me, I lean into him.
"Your dad just... Doesn't understand." he tries to make me feel better, but it's not really working.
"You know what?" I sniffle and try to wipe away some of my smudged make up.
"What." Michael looks down at me, he ruffles my blue hair.
"We are going out" I say, standing up and pulling my black combat boots on.
"Okay?" Michael follows me out of the apartment and out to my car.
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I'm sorry it's so short! I want the next part in Michaels point of view, sooooooo yeah! Hope you are liking this story!:)
