Chapter 1

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"Okay bye dad!" I shout across the room. My dad, Dwayne Johnson nods and I drive to school.

When I get there I go to my usual classes and at lunch I meet my best friend, Lucky at our usual table. We talk about concerts and boys at school and giggle,  laugh and shiznit like we always do. Then an annoying thing called the 4th period bell rings. We say bye to each other then I go to my last classes.

At the end of the day I go to the schools parking lot to see that my car is gone.

What the hell?

Someone stole my car.

Bloody Hell!

I sigh loudly and run my fingers through my light blue hair that has dark blue streaks. I call my dad and ask him to pick me up. He agrees and then guess what.

It starts to rain!

Why me?!

Why does everything happen to me?!

To be honest I feel like crying.

I cover my head with my backpack and stand by the school doors.

About 15-20 minutes later my dad FINALLY shows up.

"Finally!" I say seriously getting into the car. My dad rolls his eyes and I can't contain my chuckle.

He playfully punches me in the arm and I rub where he punched me.

"Owww!" I screech giving my pouty face. "Skye we really need to get you a personal trainer! Your so weak!" My dad says, eyes still on the road.

I sigh and shake my head. "I told you a million times and this time is no different! I don't need personal trainers! And I'm not weak.... I'm fragile." I say to him looking out the window.

"Mhm suuuuure Skye, fragile. Keep dreaming." He says. I know he's smirking at me right now. I love how we have playful fights. It makes having Dwayne Johnson as my dad even better.

Oh and if your wondering, I was adopted at 4 years old. I used to have brown hair but I was getting tired of it and now every month I go to a salon and they dye my waist length  hair light blue with dark blue streaks. I honestly love my hair!

We get home and I change into my 5sos hoodie and put on joggers and I wear my pink fluffy socks. I walk into the kitchen and smell the food. Dad always makes delicious food!

I look in the pot when he's cooking to see what he's making. Spaghetti! Yum!

When it's done I put spaghetti on my plate and start to eat once I sit on the couch and turn on the telly. 

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This was kind of just a filler chapter today.

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-Neysa~

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