"You don't love me, you hate me!" I say harshly, tears streaming down my face.
" God Serenity! What do I have to do to prove it to you?!" He says slowly inching closer to me "Do I have to get on my knees and beg?"
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
God I hate life.
My arm instinctively reaches out and slaps my alarm clock causing it to fall off my nightstand and onto the bed.
I twist in my bed until my head hangs off enough to see where my alarm clock went. Surely enough, it rolled under the bed.
Me being the lazy ass I am left it there and decided to go back to bed. I wasn't able to check the time but surely it wasn't that late.
I closed my eyes and drifted back off to sleep.
"REN GET UP AND COME DOWN HERE" I hear my brother scream from downstairs.
I stay put. It's a weekend and I'm sleeping in. Suddenly my door bursts open and 2 boys are laying on top of me.
I smack both of their heads. "Get off of me you hooligans your crushing my lungs" I say wheezing for some air.
"Get dressed we're going over to the Ambrose's they said they made us Breakfast and that they have something important to tell us." My younger brother Kayden says.
"Got it.. Now get out of my room please and thank you." I grunt I was tired and grumpy and they were disturbing my sleep.
"Alright come down when your ready." My older brother Nick says. And with that they open the door and leave.
"Yup" I groan. Twisting in my bed my legs land on the floor and I stand up. My arms immediately shoot up for my daily morning stretch. My back cracked and everything. I walk over to my bathroom and take a shower.
It was a everything shower. I shaved, washed my hair, and ya know did everything else. When I got out after like 30 minutes I started to blow dry my hair. I hated having it curly. I just never thought it suited me. It also reminded me of her.
I went to my drawers and grabbed the first thing I saw. A pair of jeans and a pink top which I paired with my old white beat up converse.
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I brushed my teeth and hair. Then I put on a little bit of Mascara and my favorite cherry lip gloss. I've been using the same one for years.
I walk over to my desk and grab my notepad. I take my pencil and draw another Tally. 163 days. It has been 163 days since I've last seen or heard from my dad. He left over 5 months ago on a business trip for work without saying anything. And we haven't heard from him since.
I put everything back and rush down the stairs. "IM READY!" I scream to my brothers. I get no reply. I check my phone and see a message.
Nicky Wicky: you were taking too long so me and Kay left without you. Come over when your finished.
