The Prophet

Chapter 20

Months Later•Marias POV

After the tour was over, summer came by really quickly. It's July, and so far I've spent my days in my room where I am binge watching my favorite show, Daria.

Dad and Juliet are talking about putting me in school. I'm barely enter freshman year of high school, which should be pretty horrible.

"Baby, would you come down please?" Dad called for me downstairs. I opened my eyes, or at least tired. Sitting up, I took the blankets off my head and looked at the digital clock. Eight forty five. Nice.

Groaning, I slipped out of bed, out of my slippers and carefully went downstairs to go see what my dad wanted.

"Yeah dad?" I said sleepily, stretching my arms and legs. He was in pajamas, so was Juliet.

"You want pancakes or waffles?" He asked.

"Waffles." I said without thinking. Yes, they're the same. But waffles help you with the syrup. Within seconds, I felt my tiredness go away. Juliet smiled.

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After about, ehh, three waffles later, my dad spoke up.

"Mar," wow, that's a first, "we know how much you do not want to go to school."

"Very much." I said before sipping on juice.

"We get that but,"

"Can I grow up and have my own band then?!" I asked excitedly. Both laughed.

"You can, when you're done with high school." My dad said.

I made a confused face.

"We think it's best if you do get an education. But instead, you can be homeschooled." My dad said. Within seconds, I smiled widely. I do not want to go and deal with kids everywhere. "We have signed you up in this program. You do go to a local school, but that's just to pick up assignments." My dad explained.

"And, if you want, you can do it online." Juliet added on.

"I don't know what to say..." I said.

"You start August, as if a traditional school." My dad mentioned.

"Thank you! I really do not know what to say."

"How about let's start by cleaning up." Juliet said.

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After the surprise by dad and Juliet, we stared our day. Dad left to go do an interview for the album, that is still popular, and Juliet is working on new songs. Me? I am still watching Daria, not the best thing to do, but it's addicting.

I really should have friends, but I really don't.

When there was a commercial I decided to go through my phone. As usual, I had hate. I didn't mind, I am actually flattered that people take the time out of their day just to focus on me and my death. I never respond, why should I? I'm just going to get a rise from the hatter.

Dad has looked through my feeds, and he says I should deactivate my social media. I always tell him no because that means I'm just running away. He just sighs and goes on with his day.

Juliet on the other hand is different. Yes, she thinks the gate is really cruel, but she also thinks that what I say is really strong for the thirteen year old I am. Most girls my age usually cry about it. Not this thirteen year old at least.

After my mothers death, I could safely say that I am more stronger. More brave. If the hate was happening to me a year ago, I would just deactivate like my dad says I should.

Generally, I am proud of myself. I have came this far. I am more happy. Just because I am alive and with air in my lungs. Forever, I am grateful for that.

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Hey guys! This chapter was LONG over due! but, here it is! I finally have time to update since its summer vacation (Lmao I have summer school) but it's for literally half a day. Three hours at the most, so it's not going to effect anything!

Okay but can we talk about one thing. M I S A D V E N T U R E S :')

My favorite song is Floral And Fading and Sambuka! if you're going to the tour, then you lucky bitch :) JK but have fun! My date sold out ;-; oh whale

Anyway, comment! vote! Lick Vic's nipples!

~Esme 🐸☕️