**Just like i promised here is your update! I am sorry if it is a short chpater, but it is more of a filling. I need little filler chpaters as stepping stones to the big ones.
Songs for this chapter
"Forgivness and love" Miley Cyrus
"Somebody out there" A Rocket to the Moon
"Blue skies" Noah and the Whale
"Our window" Noah and the Whale
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The drive back to the house is silent and much quicker than the way there when we were talking. I lean my head against the window watching everything zoom by beside us.
We get to the house as the sun is setting, casting shadows everywhere from the tall trees surrounding the property. It is actually a very beautiful sight.
Connor parks the car in front of the garage, cutting the engine as I get out. My converse tap against the stone drive way as I make my way to the backdoor. I am relieved when I step into the chilly air conditioned house, cooling my body off. I dash upstairs to my room to put away my new things, as I am half way up the stairs I hear Connor come into the house.
I finish going up the last several steps and make my way down the hall towards my room. I notice that Corry’s bedroom door is closed, but there is no light shining out from underneath the it. Maybe he isn’t in there; I think to myself.
The shopping bags ruffle against themselves as I set them down on the floor in my bedroom. I slip off my converse and take a seat on the end of my bed I am worn out from my busy day that I am leaning towards taking a nap, but my body reminds me of how hungry I am.
There is a light knock on the door and I look up. “Come in.” I tell them.
“Hey,” It’s my dad.
“Hey,” I smile. He comes in and takes a seat beside me on the bed. “I presume the shopping trip went well.” He gestures to the three full bags on the floor.
“Yes, thank you. That was so generous of you.” I am not actually quite okay with spending as much money as I did but I am fond of all the clothes I got.
“You’re my daughter,” Mike laughs. “I have an obligation to spoil you just a little bit.”
“Just don’t let me become a snob.” I tease. “Mom would be very disappointed.”
“Yeah,” He chuckles. The weight of my mother’s death is apparent in his eyes as they travel to his hands that are folded in his lap. Even though they weren’t close at all when she passed away I know it is hard on him. There is a silence as he studies his fingers in his lap. I watch him as he sighs and forces a smile onto his face before looking up at me. “Did you get anything nice today?” He asks in attempt to change the subject.
“Yeah, I did.” I nod with a weak smile.
“That’s good.” His smile is just as fake as it was a moment ago. “I miss her.”
“I do too. But there is nothing we can do about it, she’s gone.” My eyes begin to fill with tears at the brims.
“I wish she wasn’t. I wish she had come with me here and we could have had such an amazing life. Just imagine growing up here! It would be amazing, wouldn’t it? And she wouldn’t be gone right now if she did.”
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Teen Fiction"I never thought that through everything we went through together, that our lives would end up like this." -Frankie Roshlin
