Watermelon

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An hour later, I finished my homework and looked up to the monitor on my nightstand. Noticing a message on the intercom system, I moved toward the table playing the message.

The video opened and it was my Mom standing by the front door. She had pulled her hazelnut hair into a high ponytail. Revealing the scar on the side of her neck.

"I figured you wouldn't want to talk to us, Kaitlyn so I wanted to say that we loved you and that we left a present for Kara on her bed. There's a lot of food in the fridge. Remember to call if you or Kara need anything. I love you. See you next week." The screen went black. I turned the monitor back on to the camera's around the house and went downstairs locking everything up.

Once a week, almost like clockwork my parents and I got into a fight about Kara. The fact that half her childhood was being taken over by one stupid mistake I made, made my blood boil with anger.

Stepping into the kitchen, I noticed freshly cut watermelon was sitting on the counter. One of my weaknesses.

Low blow, Mom.

Low blow.

Quickly grabbing the container filled with sliced watermelon, I ran upstairs, closing and locking my bedroom door. Glancing at my alarm clock, it read 12:42 am. Geez, I needed to go to bed.

Eh-screw it. Instead, I sat at my desk, starting up my computer. Plopping a piece of watermelon piece in my mouth, I turned on my t.v. which lay upon my dresser. I feel in the mood for... Smallville.

I got up and searched for the third season. I wasn't completely deaf, once in awhile I could hear filtered sounds. Usually it took my whole attention to watch t.v. but since I've already seen the season, I just put it on for background entertainment.

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