I walked straight downstairs into my room, and curl up into papa san chair in the corner. I wipe the tears from my eyes, in the special way I learned from practice that makes it look like you weren't crying. About a half hour later I hear her pull into the driveway. I climb back up the stairs and open the door before she has the chance to push her key into the slot.
"Hi sweetie!" She says and puts her keys back into her coat pocket. She strokes my purple hair quickly then waltzes into the kitchen.
"How was your day?" I ask, I trail behind her, keeping the little girl act up.
"My day was fine, how was yours?" She turned away from me to unpack her bag.
"My day was good, got a 95 on my French test," she nodded her head.
"That's good." She glanced over at the digital clock above the stove, 4:02.
"Crap," she whispered under her breath. She grabbed her coffee cup, kissed the top of my head and said,
"Bye sweetie!" And walked out the front door, forgetting to close it.
"Heh," I sigh, 'See you at seven,' I think to myself. Her white Honda slowly pulls out the driveway and she drives off to her data class.
YOU ARE READING
Angel
Teen FictionThis is a story about a girl who was created by aliens to become a girl who disappeared for unknown reasons. No one on the entire planet knows this, they think she truly believe she is Angel Tanya. I drew the cover btw!
