Addict with a pen (A tøp fanfic)

·Chapter 8·

Author's note: Christmas break has begun!! That means, more updates! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Plenty more to come!

I wake up and look at the clock. Well guess I'm not going to school today. Again. It was 11 in the morning and I stayed in bed, looking at the ceiling.

There is still so much that I don't know..

I rub my eyes and pull the blankets over my head. I hear the door open and a bright voice fills my ears. My ears perk up and I smile under the covers.

"Hello? Is anybody under there?" I hear teasing and feel the covers being pulled off my head. I groan in exhaustion.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"Good morning, Uncle Josh," I say sleepily, yawning.

"Get up and start getting ready."

"Whyyyy," I whine and start to pull the covers over my head again.

"Because you need some fresh air."

I sigh and get up. I walk out of my room like a zombie and head to the bathroom.

I take a quick shower and once I'm out, I wrap a towel around my body and hair. I open the door just a crack and look to see if anyone is in the hall.

Coast is clear.

I open the door and run towards my room, down the hall.

"Oh my gosh!"

I stop running and stand in shock.

"Dad! Go downstairs!" I yell and widen my eyes.

He's covering his eyes with his hand and starts to walk backwards. He trips on something and almost falls over. He laughs nervously and quickly turns towards the stairs, running down them.

"I'm sorry, Cath!!"

I want to laugh but I don't at the same time I don't.

I shake my head and grin.

I finish walking to my room and enter, closing the door behind me. I open my closet and look at my option of clothes. I had a style similar to my mom's. She taught me all about fashion and what her preferences were.
Her style was unique and I loved it. I used her style as an inspiration and added my own twist to it. It was actually pretty sick. If I do say so myself. I pick out a pair of floral leggings and a white blouse. I also pick out a cute, silver bracelet that Dad had bought me doe my 12th birthday.
My wrist is very small so the bracelet is still a bit loose. I put my clothes on and slip on a pair of black flats. I put my hair up into a high ponytail and look in the mirror.

Satisfied with my appearance, I grab my phone and head out of my bedroom door.

I walk down the stairs and see my Dad looking at his phone. He's obviously checking twitter. I see my mom, searching through the fridge.

"Hi mom, hi dad," I wave and sit on the counter.

"Hey, Cath," Dad says, distracted.