You Have No Clue

Lifes A Dream

I'm in my house waiting for my dinner to be ready so I can eat and get ready for bed. It is currently 8:36, and I need to be to bed my 9:30. Your probably asking yourself, why I can't just leave my mom to the cooking, right? Well that's because she's never here. Her and my step-dad are always out of the house. It's not like I hate her for it, I love my mom. It's the fact that she's never home is the problem.

I hate the fact she's never home, I know I should be used to it by now. I just hate it. My dad isn't around so I can't depend on him for stuff. You can't depend on him for anything, he's a big time druggie and alcoholic. He sucks balls, but he's still my dad I guess. I haven't seen him in YEARS. So I live with my mom and step-dad who my mom is marrying in two months. I don't hate him, he's just not my dad. And I know your probably thinking, " Zadie! Get over it, your being a child!". But I just don't like how he thinks he can boss me around. It's not my fault he can't be a 'dad' for a second in his life and spend time with his soon to be daughter. So I guess it's just me and the dogs every night.

Im scrolling on my phone seeing if there's any news about Outer Banks. It's only the best show to ever exist. I get interrupted by the sound of the microwave beeping. I open it and grab my leftovers out from last night. I sit down at the long island that's sat right between the entrance to go to the living room. Soon, I hear my dogs start barking and looking outside with their hair standing up. " Lexie, Avery, shut up" I say wanting them to stop barking because they always do. They did it for about 5 more minutes until I got up and looks out the window. "See? There's nothing out there." I stated at I look at my two small dogs.

I go back to sit down when I see lights through the window that looks like a car pulling into my driveway. I carefully tip-toe to the couch and look out of the window. I see a white car about to pull up to my house. "Moms not supposed to be off work by now, she still has 4 hours left." I say as if I'm talking to someone other than my dogs who are just about as terrified as me. I run to the door and make sure it's locked and run back to my room which is all the way down the hallway and grab my wooden bat I keep under my bed just in case. I sprint back out into the living room and slid into the kitchen to grab my phone.

I run back to the couch with my phone up to my ear ringing for my mom. I look out and the car is still there but it's turned off and it looks like nobody's inside. Because I've watched WAY to many movies, I stay inside and throw away the idea of going outside and looking around. When my mom doesn't answer her phone, I start to shit myself. I can't feel my stomach fall to the ground and tugging my heart with it when I hear something coming from my room.

I walk into my room and see that my necklace that I've had ever since my grandma died was on the floor, broken. Tears slowly trickled down my face when I realized it was my necklace. I didn't know what to do, it was completely demolished. I dropped to my knees and started sobbing. It wasn't even the fact that scary things kept happening, it was the fact that the only thing I had from my grandma was broken and I couldn't fix it.

Then I started to hear a noise from outside. I'm sick and tired off whoever this is, they broke my grandma's necklace and I've had enough. Before I can think I scream at the top of my lungs "LEAVE ME ALONE!" then all of the windows broke, my room door ripped off the hinges, the dogs got scared and ran into my moms room. I open my eyes horrified to what I have done or what I thought I did.

"oh my god, what did I do.."