H;)w To Flirt

H;)w To Flirt: One

I balanced the plate precariously on one hand while holding my milk with the other. I clung onto my milk as if it were my very soul. Being an avid milk drinker, I believed that every drop counted and therefore none could be spilled. I grinned happily as I made my way towards the recliner in my living room. Just a few more steps and I would-

"Danielle!" a voice screeched loudly from behind me.

I cringed slightly. Stacey's voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me and it always left me feeling the need to punch her.

"Danielle, frozen pizza is an incredibly unhealthy snack. You don't want to get fat now do you? Danielle, look at me when I'm talking to you, I'm your mother!" she demanded.

"Step-mother" I hissed turning swiftly on my heel.

Little did I know, Stacey was literally standing RIGHT behind me and as I turned to face her, the heavy glass plate balanced in my hand connected with the side of her jaw. She went down with a soft thud, unlike my pizza plate and milk glass which took the opportunity to shatter into dozens of tiny shards.

I gasped, "my milk!"

"You awful girl!" Stacey cried from the floor, "I'm lying on the ground, injured, and you're worried about your drink?"

"Well, I have my priorities...." I started.

There suddenly came the thundering sound of footsteps as my dad raced into the room.

"I heard a crash, what happened?" he looked concerned.

Stacey scowled from her now sitting position, "Danielle was upset that I wouldn't let her eat such an unhealthy snack so she threw a glass at me! It hit me right in the face!"

My dad turned to me with an expression that was halfway between shock and anger.

"Dad!" I protested, "obviously that isn't true! First of all, I'm not that type of person and you should know that, and second of all, you know how much I love and value milk. Why on earth would I waste it on her?"

"Are you calling your mother a liar Danielle?" my dad frowned.

"I wouldn't know" I replied boldly, " my mother is dead. If you're asking whether or not I'm calling Stacey a liar well the answer is hell yes I am!"

Stacey was on her feet now, wrapped around my dad's arm as if protecting him from some kind of enemy; which I guess would be me.

"See? This is what I'm talking about! She's been plotting against me since the day we met, plotting against us. I'm sorry it's had to come to this, but either she goes, or I go!" she spat.

I looked, with shock, at my dad. "Dad, you're not going to take this crap are you? I'm your daughter for crying out loud!"

My dad gave me a weary look before turning his gaze back to Stacey. He was actually considering it. I felt my stomach churn and I felt the need to be sick.

"Look" he said finally, "maybe we can compromise."

"Wait, seriously dad? You actually have to think about this one? I'm your daughter! Well, you know what? I'll make the decision easier for you. I'm leaving. I can't stay in this house a second longer!" I yelled.

I could feel my anger rising as I spun on my heel, grabbing my phone off the table, and started to leave without my father even making a small effort to stop me. I ran to the front hall and swung the door open. I stopped for a moment and looked back over my shoulder to see my dad standing frozen in shock, that witch of a step-mother hanging off his arm with a disgusting smirk on her face.

"I hate you" I whispered.

Then, I ran.

***

I sat on the park bench trying to dry the tears from my face. I was racking my brain, trying to figure out what to do next. I guess first off, I'd need a place to stay. I wiped my eyes again as I hastily pulled out my phone. I went to contacts and clicked on the first one on the list, my best friend Ashton. Ashton had moved out of his parents place as soon as he could. Both of them hated each other but still believed that divorce was wrong, because they had made a commitment to each other, so instead, they just constantly fought. For a while, Ashton had been living in a small apartment alone, but from what I'd heard, he recently got a roommate. The thing is, when my dad had married Stacey, he had transferred me to the school she works at, which happened to be an all girls boarding school, so Ashton and I rarely saw each other anymore. Well, if he and his roommate were okay with it, we were about to start seeing each other a lot more.

"Hello?" a voice answered on the other end of the line.

"Ashton?" I asked gratefully, "it's Danielle."

"Oh! Hey Danny, what's up?" I could hear the smile in Ashton's voice.

I tried not to let my voice quaver, "I, uh, got in a bit of a fight with the step-monster and I was wondering if I could crash at your place..."

"Of course you can Dan! You know you're always welcome to stay the night" Ashton said.

"Actually" I replied, "I was thinking in a more permanent sense. The thing is, Stacey kicked me out."

"Oh my god! What a-... Look, where are you?"

"Endman Park" I sighed.

"Okay, I'm going to come pick you up. We can sort out your living arrangements once you're safe and sound at my place. I should warn you though, now that I'm not living alone, I'm not the only one who's decision counts when it comes to picking new roommates. If we can't find you a spot at my place though, we will find you somewhere else to live. I promise I won't abandon you Danny."

"Thank you Ash" I swallowed, "thank you so much!"

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Hello all :) I'm back.

So, as a lot of you may know, I kind of went AWOL this past month. Explination: my computer broke :( During this time, I obviously started a new book. I'm excited for this one, because I actually already have ELEVEN CHAPTERS written outside of Wattpad. :D So, tell me what you think so far and as always, please remember to VOTE and COMMENT!!!

Until Next Time :)