When dad gets home I turn his TV show on and go up to my room. My dad is a unhealthy. He works for a build company and doesn't do much after work. We love on fast food and packed food. He can't cook and neither can I. My friends never come over and I never go over to their houses. I have a phone and that's how I communicate with my friends before and after school. I walk up to my bed room and turn on my TV. I flick through the channels looking for something to watch. Nothing. I turn it to rage and read my book. My books is okay I guess. I've read it before. Fault in our stars by John Green. I have the movie and have seen it a hundred times. I know what they say and when they say it.
"Lizzy, dinner time," I open my eyes to dad in my face. I fix my glasses on my face and follow him down stairs. The TV is on and the microwave it beeping. Dad pulls out a pizza and he takes it to sit on the couch to watch Million Dollar Minute. I take my couple of piece of pizza and head back up to my room.
