*His Only*

Imma Daley

A/N: I have decided to edit. As I've said in the last chapter. Please don't forget to heart <3, comment, and follow! I love my readers!

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Daley.

Bhairavi Daley.

I'm the daughter of Larry Daley.

Okay...I know he's not that famous for you to know who I'm talking about.

My dad, is a....well, he's not something permanent. He does odd jobs... but he's not poor...as in "poor". Whatever he does, though quite temporary, gives him a sufficient amount of wage...or salary...if I might say.

But by all standards, he's a pretty awesome. T.B.H, i.e, to be honest, all you need to do, to be an awesome dad is,

1. have a good sense of humor

2. be understanding, when you're on your period or you're with your friends [they just have to look cool in front of them]

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3. just be responsible...sometimes...we really don't expect it always....cause dads...are after all guys...and sometimes, you just can't expect some things from them. (A/N: leave a comment if you think it's true....any one of the points.)

Anyways, that's all I can tell about my dad. So I think I should talk about me.

First of all, the picture, you see, above, is me. That's a pic Nicky, my bro, took when I was goofing around with him.

Some things about me:

1. I absolutely don't care about others opinions about me.

2. Just because I show I don't care, doesn't mean that I don't care about you, as in, if you're my friend.

3. I go through a lot of personality changes. One moment I may act all tough like a guy, the next I might be giggling over some guy, crying or doing something girly. I don't care, I love it. [!!!reference!!!]

4. I am a teetotaler, which means, I don't and won't drink alcoholic beverages. Nor do I smoke.

5. You call me ugly. You call me a bitch. You call me slut, whore or bimbo. I couldn't care less. Call my family something - you're done for. You'll face something worse than just 'hell'.

6. I have insecurities. A lot of 'em. But that doesn't keep me from raving about my awesomeness. (ok...that was rude) It's just that, for the world, I'm awesome to myself....(I hope you get what I mean)

7. I haven't, yet, had my first boyfriend, kiss, or anything like that.

And with that odd number, I'll end it right here.