It's night already... father said that he's sorry for leaving us... he doesn't want to. I can see it in his torn smile. "Daddy, why do you have to leave?" My sister Adelaide sniffles....she's 7 years old right now, my father just gives her a sad smile and sighs. My sister, Glory, 11, has been helping my Dad move his things out and into his car while I help silently behind. I'm Elyszia, 14... I hate the fact that this has to happen. I did always think it was my father's fault my parents couldn't get along... however, actions speak louder than words. You either die a hero... or live long enough to become the villain. In any case, I was indeed upset to see my father leave. Nothing was OK now, I was OK with being still in my home, but my dad wasn't there anymore. Things can change so much so easily like you can't believe how fast the time changes. Time is no man's friend. I go back inside with my sisters and say goodbye to our father, it's not really a goodbye, he's staying at an aunts house which is like five blocks away.
The three of us wave a goodbye...and he's gone. We go inside the house and shut the door. Welp, that happened. "What are we going to do now Ely?" Says Adelaide sadly. I look at her, what is there to say to her? I have no words, so I just stroke her long hair and she looks up to the sky.
*2 hours later*
I sigh as I lay on my bed. I get on tumbler and just scroll through my dashboard, tumbler, scary place that is. Same old things I scrolled for like twenty minutes, I got bored so I just get off and get on pinterest and look up hair ideas. I'm really liking the blue hair on a girl, I think I'll dye it next week like that, I have to ask for permission first though. **knock knock*I look up, I sigh again, it's like that's all I ever do... "Hey honey, put your phone away, you go to school tomorrow so put it away and get some sleep." Mum is always telling me to put my phone away at 9:30 at night even though she knows I won't until 11:ish. "C'mon, you know I don't do it, I don't even have to try and hide it." She gives me a look and gets off my bed. "Ok then, but stop giving me a hard time in the morning or I'll have to take it away, goodnight." I roll my eyes. "I hate waking up, it could be eleven in the morning and had slept well the night before and I'll still not want to get up." I deadpan. She rolls her eyes at me this time as a response and shuts the door. Jeez, why doesn't she just forget about that. I hate being so mean. I just don't know how to show my feelings or talk to anyone anymore. Everything that comes out of my mouth makes me want to sew my own mouth shut.
*Next morning*
*beep beep beep*
Aw man, already? I groan and dig myself deeper into my duvet. "C'mon Ely, I know you heard your alarm. Get up and get ready." I hear my mum's distant voice say...everyone sounds distant to me though. After I do my normal routine, such as brushing my teeth and face, applying light makeup like mascara and lip tint or chapstick that leaves a slight tint, I get my shoes on and grab my backpack. Not to mention it's autumn....so I sleep with my uniform on hehe don't judge.
*In School*
I sigh as I see my class already almost complete, except the teacher which is always late. "Ne meow! Over here!" Says one of my friends at my table. I smile at her or rather the rest of my friends which are just 2-3 more people. "Hallo fellow humans, how is your dreadful morning going?" I say in a silly tone with a funny face to go along as always. "Ne child, I was wondering, you did finish the homework right?" Shiiiiiiit!!! The homework, I forgot again! She must've known I didn't cos of my horrified face I made as a response. "It's OK child, I did it, so no worry." She says with a pleased smile plastered on her prideful face. I grumble in return and put my head on my side of the table. "There there child, someday you'll remember. As for now I guess you have to copy my paper again." I pick my head up a little and grab her paper shamefully and pull out a blank paper and my pencile to start. "Hey Jay, what's this word?" I look at the paper puzzled. She sighs and tells me to which I resume to copying. Ten minutes later and the teacher is finally here, I, already done with "my" work. He sets things up and starts today's lesson.
