10 months back my mom and dad were separated.
My dad and I had just came back from a camping trip to spend some "fatherly, daughterly bonding" We came home a bit early due to my nauseation. Basically when we came back my mom was making out with some guy from my dads work.
"Mom?" you could hear the agony. Basically taste the pain in my voice.
She turned around with disbelief, "Oh honey" she said motioning for the guy to get up. "I-I don't know what to say, how could you?" I could barley get the words out, but yet I still managed. I looked to my dad who was practically in tears. I hugged my dad, implying that I was here for him, and that I always will be. "Dad its going to be okay" I said faking a smile, and I knew he could feel how fake that smile was. he looked at my mom one last time and broke down. "I just have no words" he whispered then turned to me "I love you" he said then walked right out of the door. By the time my brain processed that my dad just walked out on me. I ran outside to go with him, but he was gone. Without his daughter, he left me with the evil mother.
- 2 months after the incident -
I woke up to the sound of my mom yelling into her phone. "Um mom?" I asked getting slightly anxious. She looked at me with tears held into her eyes, "Your dad" she whispered. "My dad what?" I calmly said. "He's been held hostage, and the police don't know whether he's dead or not" I couldn't believe what she was saying, I mean who would ever do this? It's sick. "I don't want to go to school today" I said with no emotion. I had emotion but at this moment I didn't. "No honey, you have to stay strong, go to school, for dad. Show him that you're a warrior" she smiled. I don't think since the incident with her and my dad me and her or anyone else didn't talk. I felt better alone.
- I walked through the halls of my school looking at everyone, everyone looking at me. People looked at me as if I was a trouble maker. I kind of was but I didn't like the term, I smoked in the halls, wrote my initials each stall I've cried in due to my parents. (which is basically all the stalls) the teachers don't bother giving me any attention because I don't want nor need it. I focused on this one boy who was all fancied up for his first day of school, while I was in black tights, a crop top and some black converse. It seemed to me that I rather showed interest in this boy. Which is very weird, I don't know why but he just looks so innocent, I was innocent too. Key word: was Maybe he was so innocent that I could really talk to him about anything and he would listen. I noticed the boy look at me and I of course held eye contact. I wanted so badly to break away the tension between us but I held it, why? he was different.
"Bro she's looking at you" she heard one of the boys said. I still looked. "Yeah I know, what's her name?" the fancy boy said. "Carmen" the boy responded. "I'm standing right here you know" I yelled at them. I looked at the boy one more time then completely turned the other way. I need to leave, take my mind off of this, this is weird, why did I hold contact? why did I stare? I went outside and sat down underneath a shady tree. I got out my notebook and my pencils and started to draw the Fancy Boy. Stalkerish? Yes. I drew the outline of his face when the "Fancy Boy" walked up to me, I completely flipped out and threw my notebook. "Ello" he said revealing his dimples. "Uh.. I.. hello" stuttered. "Why are you alone?" he looked around. Did he actually care? No. "Go away" I said.
"Well um my names Harry, Harry" "I don't care, go away." "Please" "Go away!" I got up and punched Harry in the face, "Now leave." I said and he looked at me, his face bloody. "I- uh sorry." I said looking at him sympathetically.
I basically ran home, and ran up my stairs. I looked out my window, and I have a new neighbor. Its Harry, Harry Styles.
