Before my mom died we always used to cook together. So now it's my job to make dinner or just any meals.
I set the last two trays of food onto the table just as my dad walked in the door.
I ran over and hugged him. "Hi daddy."
He smiled and set his briefcase down,"Hey sweetheart. It smells amazing in here. What's the occasion?"
"Nothing I just wanted to make a nice dinner."
"Alright, let's eat I'm starving." He called Anthony down and we sat down to eat.
He took a sip of his lemonade then asked the typical parent question, "How was school?"
Anthony said through a mouthful of lasagna, "It was fine, ya know."
My dad looked at me now, "How about you Mel?"
I looked up from my pasta, "It was good." I couldn't stop smiling for some reason.
After dinner I went up to my room and got ready for bed.
I pulled my hair into a pony tail and turned of my lights. I was so tired I fell asleep right away.
Tomorrow was a new day. Another day to see Logan.
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Not So Bad
Teen Fiction"He's really not that bad.." "Melina he's cheated on every girl he's dated!" "He wouldn't do that to me. He's different now."
