I jogged up the steps, rummaging through my bag throng to find my front door key. "Your hand fits in mine like its made just for me..." I mumbled to myself. I finally spotted the boring grey key sticking it into the lock and stepping into my house.
Today was a record for me. It usually took me 10 minutes to find that key in the bottom of my backpack. I thought I was going to have to go all Zoey 101 and get my key painted and made into a fashion trend key necklace.
"Mom!" I shouted. Nothing. I jogged half way up the staircase. "I'm home mom!" I shouted once again. I sighed. Still at the hospital. Calm down, my mom isn't in the hospital. She was a nurse and worked full time. Here where I live, flu season was creeping up on a bunch of us. And they ha been getting so many sick patients from it and she had to stay extra hours to help with them.
I put my backpack on the floor and kicked my converses into the mudroom. I skipped to the kitchen going through all the cabinets and cupboards and the fridge.
The house was quiet. But I mean, I was used to it. Your parents being divorced, mom always working, and being a only child, the house was basically yours. I found some pizza, throwing it in the microwave and then ran upstairs to my room.
"Corpse!" I shouted. My cat Corpse, turned her bright neon green eyes towards me giving a meow.
Haha, a cat named Corpse. I was 10 when I named her, and I was going to be 17 in a month. We had gone to a pet shop to get her for my birthday, and the owner told us one of the cats just had kittens and I swear, when I looked down at Corpse, she honestly looked like corpse. She was the weakling of the group and we got her two weeks after all the other kittens were able to get homes.
She had always been a small cat, and still was. But being the premature one in the group was hard. She eats like a elephant though. Typical Corpse.
I picked her up giving her a ton of hugs and kisses, then placing her back in my windowsill. I felt my back pocket vibrate, pulling it out. Dad.
"Yo daddyo!" I said. Dad chuckled. "Hey Rugrat." My cheeks went pink. "Dad, I'm almost 17. I'm no longer a Rugrat. I'm a sexy teenager." I said. Dad choked a bit. "Your never gonna be 'sexy' until your 76." He said.
I wrinkled my nose. "Ew! I'll be all old and wrinkly! Like you and mom!" I shouted. "Haha! Very funny!" He said.
After a few minutes if more talking, dad gave me a serious voice. "Is your mom home yet rugrat?" He asked.
I rolled over to my stomach. "No she's still-" I said, being cut off. "Elizabeth! Baby I'm home!" My mom shouted. "And again, she just arrived!" I said.
I jogged down the stairs. "Momma!" I shouted. I don't see my mom until 7:00 at night, every single day. So if you loved you mom that much, you would so it to. I hugged her. "Is that your father?" She mouthed, I nodded.
"Alright rugrat, I'll call you back in a little bit." He stated. After some goodbye jokes and I love yous, I clicked end and sat on a bar stool at our kitchen counter. "What's up buttercup?" I asked.
I have a pretty joking family. It all started from my dad. My dad was a struggling comedian. But when he heard my mom was pregnant with me, he knew he had to get a better paying job, and became a teacher. Those four years of teaching school payed off.
But when m mom and dad split up, my dad went to London, England and met a new girl named Julie and she was great. She was just like my dad. Funny, outgoing, and carefree. Everyone said he was the best teacher they ever had.
"Listen Lizzy." My mom said. She removed her coat and sat her purse and keys on the counter taking a seat I front of me. "Your dad and I have to speak to you." She said. I gave her a confused look. "But I thought dad was in-" I started. Just as I began my sentence, the front door slung open and my dad stepped in with a huge smile on his face.
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