It had been two weeks since my birthday, my dad was drunk.. again..
Remembering what happened last time, I tried to avoid him as much as I could.
"Tami, what the hell are you doing out of bed..?" Tom kind of just raised an eyebrow, by the look on his face and the slurring in his voice, it wasn't hard to tell he was drunk, not to mention the smell of vodka wafting on his breath. "I w-was just going to get something to drink.." I quietly spoke, kind of afraid at the moment.
He laughed a little, soon getting closer and looking down at me. "What do take me for, an idiot? your just like your great uncle, a compulsive liar.." "O-okay dad.. w-well I'm gonna go to be-" SLAP, the sound of a hand went across my face as I stood there silently, a bit weary of my dad at the moment. "DON'T SPEAK UNLESS I TELL YOU TO", he hiccuped, taking another swig from his smudged up steel flask.
That night I stayed up just softly crying, of course nobody was there to talk to me, until finally I heard a dinging sound on my phone, it was striker messaging me.
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xXKquirk_Striker started a conversation 'Pastel_DReams joined the conversation'
Pastel_DReams: hey.
xXKquirk_Striker: whats up Pastel?
xXKquirk_Striker: besides the sky, haha >wO
Pastel_DReams: nothing much but just playing games as usual I guess, wanna join?
xXKquirk_Striker: hm. I might take up on this offer fair peasant.
Pastel_DReams: your such a dork lol
xXKquirk_Striker: maybe I am, maybe I am not.. hmm... ">_> nah who am I kidding? I'm a crazy nut lmao
Pastel_DReams: you sure are haha Owo
It was already past two hours of my friend and I playing online mariokart, who am I kidding? This was the best thing that had come out of my day so far, hopefully it would last for a while I suppose. Who knows I guess..?
xXKquirk_Striker: Pastel did you die?
Pastel_DReams: not yet lol
xXKquirk_Striker: good job lol
Soon all I saw above my screen was: [xXKquirk_Striker is calling you]
And of course I answered it.
"Hello?" I spoke up, soon getting a voice answering back
"It is I, king of mariokart, bow before thee and kiss my dirty shoes" "I'm not gonna kiss your shoes striker, I'd rather kiss my own butt"
"That could be arranged peasant!"
You could hear him choking on his own laughter, basically sounding like a hyena with a stroke. "okay okay calm down streaker, lets not get carried away with mariokart, anyways.. YOU BE THE PEASANT!!" Soon I choked and coughed on my own laughter, wheezing some.
"OH GOD PASTEL DON'T DIE ON ME!! I STILL HAVE TO GET SKITTLES FROM YOUU!!" "only skittles?!" I dramatically gasped, acting like I was offended.
Hours later of laughter, jokes and many videogame rants later, my eyes slowly got dreary in the call, soon enough I passed out, striker was trying to wake me up, screeching in the call. Eventually he gave up and sent a text, soon leaving the conversation.
xXKquirk_Striker: goodnight Pastel, see you in the morning >pO
'xXKquirk_Striker has left the conversation'
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I woke up later that day to my face sticking to my phone, my hair poking this way and that, realizing soon that I passed out in the call; soon panicking, I read the message he left, soon letting out a sigh of relief that he wasn't upset.
I realized I was still in my pajamas; I dashed upstairs to yank off my pajamas, pulling over a pastel blue crop top and some cream orange colored leggings, adding my usual dirty purple shoes to my outfit and adding a pink bow to my hair. Quickly dashing down the stairs, I ate a granola bar, quickly gulping down a bottle of water and dashing outside to the woods with my phone. "Striker has got to see this!" I told myself.
The day would pass quickly, going to my favorite places in the woods, taking pictures of the flowers and willow trees, the creek filled with minnows and tiny little turtles. Everything in these woods would remind me that this world is still good to be in.
I send the pictures to him, explaining it was my safe place.
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The little things can touch the sky.
FanfictionThis is a story of Tami, a girl with a big dream for this world, her dream was to give the world a bigger difference, once to live in the skies with her dreams, all she wanted to do was touch the skies, she couldn't even do that.. or.. so she though...
