Blind Date

Chapter 1

"Jennette, are you ready?" dad said as he put his shoe on.

"Do I have to answer that?" I said. I came out of my room and spun around. Dad and I were going to a fancy restaurant called Paula's. My father has no idea how to cook, so we always went out for dinner, when he wasn't busy. Most of the time, I'm stuck at home eating leftover pizza from the day before.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart. Get your coat and we'll head out." Dad said as he opened the door so I could go out first. We didn't talk much, so I was glad when we were able to go out together.

Since mom died of cancer, dad hadn't been himself lately. We used to be close, but dad started working more, and we never see each other. He told me he worked so often so we would have enough money, but it still hurts. He cares about money more than he cares about me.

"How was school today, Jennette?" dad asked as we got in the car.

"It was alright. Mr. Jenson gave me an A+ on my history test. History is my-," just then, dad's phone rang.

"I have to take this." dad said with an apologetic tone. I slouched down in my seat.

"Business, I know." I said as I rolled my eyes.

When we got to the restaurant, I chose a table in the corner. A nice lady came over to our table and greeted us.

"What would you like to start your night off with?" she asked.

"Two waters, please." dad answered for both of us. The waitress walked away and soon came back with our drinks.

"I'll be with you to take your order in a minute, Sir." she said as she hurried away.

"She seems nice." I said, trying to start a conversation. Dad gave me an exhausted smile.

"You never got the chance to tell me how school was. Now's your chance." he said.

"It was decent." I murmured.

Seven minutes later, the waitress came back. "What would you like to order? I suggest the steak." she said, smiling.

"I guess I'll have the steak." I said.

"Make that two." dad winked at me. I grinned. The waitress scurried back into the kitchen to get our food.

"How was work?" I asked dad, as the waitress came back with our food. I smiled at the lady as she walked away. She looked like she was having a bad day, and I know how that feels. It's basically my life.

When dad and I were finished with our food, dad put a bill on the table and we left. When we got home, I put my pajamas on and went to my desk. I was going to write a poem. It's been my dream to become a famous poet, since-- well, since my mom died of cancer. I write few of my poems about my life, but no one else knows that.

"She cries at night, and she's definitely not a sight.
She lets no one in, and can't ever win.
She's a failure, a wanna be.
She was a mistake, she wanted her life to end.

She lost her voice, so no one heard her cry.
Her friend didn't want to pry, so she never asked her why
She looked unhappy. Perhaps her life was full of worry.
She's always in a hurry.

She is the girl who lost her everything."

I thought this poem described every day of my life, until I met Cameron Moore.