Lisa jumped out of bed after spending 3 days not talking to her dad. Today was Saturday. The day she would leave home and stay with her aunt. All her stuff were packed. Well, she had to entertain herself somehow as she waited for the joyous day.
"Lisa!" Mr.Perry braked from downstairs.
" Coming!" Lisa replied with utmost pleasure.
"Your cab is here."
Lisa raced down the stairs with her hand skating on the rail. She jumped on the landing making her bag jottle.
There was an awkward moment as they both stood there both knowing if to hug or just hop in the cab. Mr.Perry stepped forward making Lisa blush a bright shade of rose red. He isn't actaully going to hug me, is he?Lisa stood there with her arms dropped down.
" Goodbye, Lisa" Mr.Perry said and picked up Lisa's trunk. The cabbie took the trunk once Mr.Perry was outside and put it in the boot. Lisa came down the concrete steps with a pink polka dot suitcase. The cabbie repeated the same operation. Lisa slid into the back seat of the cab. The smell of mint wafted to her nostrils. Lisa pulled her bag of and let it fall onto the shiny leather seat next to her. As the cabbie climbed into the car Lisa took one last look at her dad. He stood there for a short period of time. Lisa looked at his brown hair, then to his face. She won't ever forget those cold, grey, lonely eyes. He stood there in his perfect tuxedo. Mr.Perry turned and quickly went up the stairs. He looked so professional holding his tux down. But other than his professionalism Lisa couldn't find anything else that was good about him. He was cold hearted. Never so any good in anything. There was no beauty in his world. Everything he saw was a useless thing or object that wasn't necessary in the world. It was like something was missing from his life. As if there was another person in him just waiting to jump again. Lisa almost felt sorry for him.
Lisa thought on changing her subject by examining the cab. There wasn't much to say, it was like every other cab. Leather, shiny, black seats. Mint cent and incomparably clean.
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Love is a Drug
RomantizmI wouldn't say I hate my father but I definitely don't like him! When I go to my Aunt's house in Miami I meet someone who changes, my first love. But something happens that changes everything, forever.
