Unlike You

Twelve

A/N:

I thought this song went well with this chapter. :)

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I wake up at seven o'clock this morning to rain. The soft tapping of the rain on my window is calming. I lie awake, looking up at my ceiling. The smooth swirls make me fall into a temporary trance.

I hear a sudden ruckus from down the hall which has me out of bed in an instant. I run to my door and open it slightly. I see Myra's door open a crack, her head poking out as well. I smile awkwardly and listen in on my parents conversation.

"Emily, that girl in there, is not the daughter I raised," my dad's unhappy voice growls.

"Don, stop. Yes, Ser has changed, but you have, too."

"I have changed? Emily, do you hear yourself?"

"Yes, Don. You have changed. So don't go accusing our daughter like that. You don't know what she was doing last night. And no, I'm not pleased that she came home so late, or the fact that she was on that bike, but I'm not disowning her, dear," my mom says sternly.

"You may not be, but to me, she has nothing to do with me," my dad spits before I hear a door slam. I look up to Myra and see her faced covered with sorrow and apology. I shake my head slightly and close my bedroom door. 

I decide I should start to get dressed. I open up my bureau and pull out the perfect outfit for today. If my dad says I've changed now, I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees my outfit choice.

~*~

I find my parents sitting on the couch, coffee in their hands with the news on. It confuses me how they can go from being pissed one second, then completely calm the next. It's just... bizarre. 

"Bye," I call walking towards the door.

"Serendipity Joy Hampton get your ass over here," my dad says. I groan inwardly and walk over to the couch. 

"Yes, sperm donor?" I ask sweetly.

"What on Earth do you think you're wearing?" my mom inquires. I glance down at my outfit, satisfied. I chose a pair of black jeans with rips in the knees, a white crop top that reaches just above my belly button, on top of that, a black leather jacket that I found in my closet, all coming together at my black combat boots from the ninth grade. I tied my hair into a messy pony tail which goes with the outfit perfectly.

"You don't like it?" I ask.

"NO!" my parents say in unison.

"Why do you care?" I ask, the question directed towards my dad. "You want to disown me anyway." Leaving them sitting on the couch, I grab the murky green umbrella from it's holder and walk out the front door. The rain has subsided only slightly, so the sky is still a dark gray color. I smile to myself before walking down the driveway with the umbrella over my head. 

The local park is just up the road. About ten minutes by foot. Amy's dad used to take us there when we were younger. It hold some of my happiest moments. As I start to approach the entrance of the park, the rain completely disappears, leaving the gloomy looking sky behind. It starts to fade as the rain becomes more distant. 

I look around at the large park and come to the realization that it's not really a park. It's more of a wide open field that is off of the main road. Yes, a small play ground is built in the back corner, but it's mainly just acres upon acres of grassy plains. They use the park for soccer games mainly for the town youth league. I never played soccer, but I always loved watching.