I threw the covers to the side, threw the door open, and sprinted downstairs. The fire alarm was going off throughout the whole house. That's not a good thing!
"Dad! What's happened? What's on fire?" I shouted, entering the kitchen. And holy crap, the place was smoking. Yellow... Smoke. I know this type of smoke. I've seen it before. "You forgot to put the water in the macaroni and cheese bowl, didn't you?"
Dad nodded sheepishly, throwing me a towel. "Can you help me out here?"
I coughed, pressing the towel to my nose. The smell was absolutely horrid and bitter... And it's going to linger for a couple of weeks. Coming from experience, you can empty a whole can of Febreeze in here and in a couple of hours, the bitter smell of smoke will come back to hit you in the face.
The two of us opened all windows and doors of the house, sprayed air freshener in the vents, and waved the smoke out with our hands. It took quite some time, but before we knew it, the kitchen was smoke-free, but not odor free.
"Sorry for waking you up, Q, I was just really hungry." Dad told me as we plopped down on the couch. "It's like what? 2 in the morning? Do you think you'll be able to go to school today?"
Does he really feel that bad for waking me up at 2 in the morning? Well, apparently he does. "Yeah... I think." Education is important-ish after all, plus, I don't want him to feel bad. Then I feel bad. Then it's going to turn into 'Who feels guilty the most?'. Nobody likes that. "Don't worry I'll be fine. I'll just go back to sleep in a bit..."
Before I knew it, I was snoozing on the couch.
I probably grabbed a couple hours of sleep before waking up in the most uncomfortable seat in the world... In a dirty, old, bad smelling warehouse. "What the fu-"
"Tsk, tsk, language, Q." Luna's voice rang out. She was standing by a stairwell, her perfect manicures nails tapping against the rusted metal railing. A very small, but noticeable noise came right after each tab.
Why can't I just have a normal day? Where I go to school, come home to a smoky living room, one awesome dad, who has questionable date choices by the way, and a semi-messy Supernatural-themed bedroom, and NOT deal with that thing sauntering towards me? No. Why? Because life apparently! Ugh, I hate life.
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Adopted by Michael Fassbender (EDITING IN PROGRESS)
FanficZelie 'Q' Kinsie is an average fifteen year old, waiting for the next family to take her in. She's put her chances on the table, and Lady Luck just so happened to accept them. Life is looking up for a change. Note: I wrote this when I was a crazy f...
