My Day {YouTuber FanFiction}

Prologue

Three 1/2 Years Ago

"Happy birthday, Megan." My bus driver tells me.

I smile at him, and nodded. I got off the bus, and continued the short walk to my house.

I was turning ten today, and I was hoping that Dad would come home tonight for my birthday. I had gotten a few presents from my friends, and a cupcake from my teacher, but hopefully Dad would be home to celebrate tonight!

I walked into the house, and called out, "Dad? Are you home?"

There was no reply.

Maybe he's sleeping, I thought.

I walk up the stairs and knock lightly on his door, there was no answer. I opened the door slowly. The room inside was dark, and empty.

I sigh, maybe he'll be home later tonight?

I go into my bedroom, throwing my bag onto my bed, preparing to start on homework.

--Later--

I looked at the clock. 9:30. My bed time, and Dad still wasn't home. I guess I wasn't going to get to celebrate with him this year, either. Hasn't been for the past two years.

I sigh, lying down on my bed, turning off the lamp by the bed. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night, as well.

Two 1/2 Years Ago

"Happy eleventh birthday, Megan." My bus driver says to me.

At least he remembered. My few close friends did, as well as my teacher, but Dad ignored me this morning. As usual.

I didn't expect him to be home tonight either. He hasn't been home for my birthday for three years, what makes this year any different?

I walk into the house, deciding to try my luck, "Dad?" I call.

No answer. I figured.

I walked up the stairs, opening his bedroom door. The room was, of course, dark and empty. I sigh, of course it was. Yet, I had gotten my hopes up.

Stupid, Megan. Stupid.

I walked into my room and threw my bag on my bed, deciding to start homework earlier.

Dad didn't show up at all that night either.

One 1/2 Years Ago

"Happy twelfth birtday, Megan." My bus driver says to me.

Of course, he remembers. He remembers every year. So does my teacher and my friends. They remember.

Dad? He hasn't been home for two nights, and he won't be home tonight either. He already told me that. He's on a business trip for a week.

Four years. That's how long it's been since he's been with me for my birthday. Four. Years.

I walk into the house, heading into the kitchen to make food. When I finished, I went upstairs to begin a project I had to do.

Might as well get started.

I don't know why I stayed up so late. Probably having false hope that MAYBE Dad would show up. I don't know why, I knew he wasn't going to...

But no harm done in just hoping, right?

1/2 Year Ago

"Happy thirteenth birthday, Megan." My bus driver says, for the fourth time in a row. 

He remembers every year, Dad doesn't.

Dad's not going to be home tonight. I already knew that. He hasn't been for five years. This year isn't going to be any different.

I walked into the house, and it was silent. As usual. 

I went up into my room to start homework.

Another year he isn't here. Can't wait for next year.

Megan is on the side. Played by Danielle Bradbery who is sixteen, so sorry if she looks older then thirteen.