(Emily's POV)
The place is actually pretty new looking. Dad said it was suppose to be a messed up house that was built around in the 1970's.. I guess they had a remodel..
"Listen Emily.. I know I've been hard on you a little.. and espically since your mother died.."
A tear drop drifted from my face onto my brand new Abercrombie & Fitch sweater. It had been really bad since the day of the car crash. Nobody was happy anymore. It was just seriousness and nothing to solve it. We tried to never talk about it again, but it was too depressing, So I decided to change the topic.
"Um.. Do you need help unpacking, Dad?"
He frowned his eyebrows slightly and then laughed.
"Since when did you want to help?"
"Now.. Do you want some or not Dad?"
Dad nodded, and then slowly walked back to the box labeled "Dad's Tools"
After about 2 hours of packing.. You would find me on my comfortable bed, phone to my face, blogging on Instagram again.
People were so nice to me on Instagram, but never in real life.
"Radioactive, Radioactive," My phone started ringing me and Jordan's favorite song when I fell asleep, so I slouched to reach my phone, wiping the drool from my mouth.
Until I dropped it on the hard wood floor.
It was cracked open now.. My brand new iPhone 5.. The case was still rubber like and smooth.. but the main thing was cracked.
I just wish my life would start getting better..
*In the morning*
"EMILY YOU'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL! AARON BEAT YOU TODAY!" Dad screamed from down the stairs like he was constipated or something.
Jeez . I should tell people I'm deaf because of this.
I got stuck between choosing tops. Either the cheetah ones, or the shirt that says "I mustache you a question"
I didn't really want my boobs showing too much, so I chose the mustache one.
I ran past my Dad's room, The office, and Aaron's room, but when I reached the front of my house, I accidently stepped in some mud.
Thanks to the crazy typhoon weather.
How would I go to school with mud all over my Keds? There was no turning back anyways. Dad wouldn't let me. He said he didn't care and I should be more "responsible"
I jumped in the car and ignored my little brother and Dad's insults about me being lazy and slow.
Finally we reached the school after 1 hour.
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