A week has passed and I have missed Dany so much. It felt so weird waking up in the morning and not seeing anyone of them. Brooklyn nor Dany. But I guess I had to adapt to my current lifestyle. I decided to volunteer at an orphanage near my neighbourhood since school hasn't started yet. I have taken my SAT and college entrance exam. I guess I had done well. I'm usually an average student and sometimes on the top I do try hard.I have developed a new routine in my life. I wake up around 10 in the morning. Then I go to the orphanage and help until lunch time. I have my lunch there. After that I go to my dad's workplace and help around. Then after he's done we go back home and end our day with a nice dinner and a good night sleep.
It was a sunday and I took break from the volunteer work and day had a day off. So we decided to wonder around and have fun. My dad recommended the amusement park and I agreed. We went there and tried lots of different things. The place reminded me of Dany. I have always wanted us to go on one of those dates where you watch a scary movie and go on rides. Share one cotton candy for two. My eyes were filled with tears. Dad came and handed me a hot chocolate and sat beside. I held onto the warm cup with my hands trying to warm them up.
"Honey is something wrong?" Dad asked. I hadn't notcied but I was actually crying. I wiped my tears quickly and replied, "Oh no this place is very windy it's making my eyes tear up."
"Amy you know that daddy can always tell when you're not happy, right?"
I nodded. He was right I was never not even once able to hide my sorrow infront of him I would just cry and let it out. "Honey, you know that you can tell me anything right? What is it? I'm all ears." He comforted me with his words. "Dad you know the guy who was there with me when you came to get me."
"Ahhhh I haven't paid attention to his looks so I can't recall what he looks like but okay. What about him? "
"Actually I like him dad like like him you know. Not just a crush but I have this thing for him. And I just miss him alot."
My dad gave me a surprised look. "So you're saying this is for real?" He asked in a serious tone. I nodded.
"Okay does he feel the same way?"
"Yeah I guess so I mean he never confessed with words but I can tell." I was embarrassed to tell him but I did. Maybe he'll let me see him one day. I thought.
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Healing the deep wound
Chick-LitThis book is about a 19 year old girl who is determined to find out the truth that no one is willing to tell her. Despite the pain she goes through she finds someone that heals her heart. This story is fictional creative writing which I wrote myself...