Unexpected

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I walked off the bus to find Ashley waiting for me. Ashley was my best friend and she was really pretty but didn't admit it. We became friends right away when she moved here to New York City. She was tall and skinny with long blond hair and green eyes. She also had this cute little nose and light freckles. I was going to her house today so that we could work on a project for school and today we decided to everything the day before it was due. Of course! We always did this, instead of working we would talk and hangout. But anyway when I got of the bus she looked pretty excited. "Any news about your mom?" She quickly asked. "Not yet. My dad has been up all night trying to find something out, but nothing." I responded. My mom left my dad and I when I was 1. My dad has been trying to track her down for months but has had no luck. I've asked him many times why he decided to track her down this year instead of all those many other years but he would always ignore me. My dad always told me how I looked like my mom. He said that we both had the long brown wavy hair and deep brown eyes. And that I also had her skinny little body. Sometimes I could imagine what my mom looked like and knowing sort of made me happy. "Oh. I'm sorry." Ashley had said. I smiled, "Its fine." I said. I walked up beside Ashley as we walked inside her house ready to start the project.

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After we had finished most of the project for school, I rode the bus home. That's the thing I love about the city. I didn't always have to be with a grown up or something, I could just go around the city by myself knowing where to go and what to do in case of an emergency. I loved being so free! It made me feel great. But that freedom didn't last forever because right when I got home my dad was waiting for me. As I opened the door to my apartment my dad was right there watching me. I jumped,startled. "Dad!" I yelled. "Don't do that you scared the crap out of me!" He glared at me with his dark blue eyes. My dad didn't look like me that much. He had black hair and he was tall and sort of buff. He yelled at me, "Where have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago?! And why didn't you text me back?" I rolled my eyes then said, " Dad, I was trying to finish the project, Ashley's mom offered me dinner and my phone died." He looked at me angrily then told me to go to bed. As I walked to my room I heard him yell, "Don't use the word crap!" Then I heard his bed room door close. As I climbed into bed I thought about why my mom left. Was it because of my dads temper? Or maybe even me. As I thought of more reasons I started to drift off to sleep.