Watch me

Chapter 2

With a jolt I hear the scream, but then it turns into laughter. It's Liam and Will playing a prank on me, in my dead leaf colored, bedhead hair. I chase my brother around while Will watches, laughing. Something about my young brother doing this infuriates me! After five minutes, I stop and calm down and get ready for the day.

 Walking down stairs, I look at the clock and groan, it's 6:30 and the boys are pretending to be asleep, as I see my angry father looking as if he is thinking about strangling me as he stumbles out of his bedroom door.

The one thing I learned quickly is never wake up my dad on a Monday morning. "Elizabeth Rose Dreamer! What are you doing up at this hour? And WHY were you screaming?" Tears pool in my eyes and I try to think of an explanation. I don't want to get anyone else in trouble, so I hang my head and just rasp silently, mumbling over and over, 

"I'm sorry daddy, I'm so sorry daddy..."My voice is so tiny and raspy my dad probably thinks that I am coming up with an excuse.

"Room! Now young lady, I thought better of you girl! It had better be spotless, along with the bathroom when I get up there." After that all I can do is nod, before I start blubbering halfway up the stairs. No one comes to comfort me because they know I knew not to do such a thing. So I silently weep as tears run as thick as pearls down my cheeks, off my chin, and onto the carpet. My room is a mess and it takes forever, but soon its finished and I work on the bathroom.

Too soon my father is stumbling drearily up the steps and I'm frantic to finish the bathroom. He grunts his approval when glancing about my room, slowly turning to check the bathroom's cleanliness, I glide in front him. His towering figure over my small form seems as if I'm cowering, but I hold my ground and beg for more time, "Please just five more minutes!"

"Move!" He violently says. Lowering my head, I move sadly aside. "No media for two weeks." My dad confronts me after observing the bathroom, I flinch out of his way as he goes back down stairs to sleep.

I read for the whole day and have to go down for dinner, with bedhead hair and red eyes. I sloth my way down to supper. I jolt at the sight of Will at the dinner table, I keep my head and try not to make eye contact. When I finally do look up, our eyes lock and grass eyes stare into my dirt colored eyes. His cute curly brown hair and freckles on his perfectly rounded nose just over whelm me with tingles. With his thick lips he mouths, I'm sorry, then he frowns. I smirk slightly, happy that he cares.

I fall asleep tonight grateful to have someone who cares.