Weightless

Chapter Two: Learning To Fly

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I gripped the leather jacket in my hands. Why did he have to give me this damn thing? He's such a player. Dammit. I glanced down at my phone.

4:00

Dang. Was I really up this late? Time flies. I turned and opened up the green door to step inside.

"Kristen?" A weak voice asked.

"..Hey dad. Your home? You should sleep."

I stepped into the small living room where a man sat slouched in a large leather chair.

"Nah, i wanted to wait for you. So, my baby's finally growing up?"

I laughed.

"More like you didn't want to have to deal with mom if she found out I went to a party."

He chuckled lightly.

"I guess so. But really. A party? Your getting so old."

That made me laugh even harder.

"Your kissing up! You did something! What happened. Is she mad again? Who threw a cat."

His eyes scrunched up from his wide smile.

"Nah. Well. No one threw a cat. But it was your mother, she was close to it."

I grinned and clutched my sides, keeling over from laughing.

"So, the jacket? Get a new one? I didn't know you had any leather jackets."

He gave me a sly smile. I gripped the sides of the jacket in my hands.

"It's Luke's. He left it in school and I have to return it to him tomorrow in school."

He just smirked at me and nodded.

"Uh-huh."

I threw the closest object to me in his direction, which was a newspaper. It flew about half way and slowly glided to the floor at his feet. My father let out a loud chuckle and whacked the arm of his chair.

"I'm going to bed. Night dad."

"See you tomorrow Darling."

"Don't call me that."

"Darling."

I shot him a quick glare and jogged up the carpeted stairs to my room. I pushed open the poster covered door and flopped down on my comfy bed. I grabbed my 'person'. It's a large human-shaped beanie thing that I've had for ever. One side of him is pink, the other side purple. I chose him when I was little, so even though it dosn't fit my image, (or my room), I love it. I hugged person and stared at my gray, poster plastered walls.

"I'm thirsty, Mister."

The small dog whimpered at me and rolled over. I patted his head and got up off my bed. I slipped on my Pajamas and grabbed a Monster from my mini-fridge (Yes I have a mini-fridge.) and drank it, dozing off.

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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I woke up from my alarm clock screaming. I whacked it and sat up groggily.

"It cant be this late. It's already 6:00..."

I groaned and got up, suddenly regretting my choice of staying up last night.

"Fuckkkkk."

I swung my feet off the side of my bed and shuffled into the bathroom to shower. I pulled off my fuzzy batman pj's and stepped into the warm shower, letting the water flow through my hair. I washed my hair with shampoo and finished up the shower, grabbing a dark blue fluffy towel off the rack. It's warm. I pressed it up against my face and rubbed my hair dry, then wrapped it back around myself and walked back into my room. Mister got up and sat in my Tardis blanket, wrapping all of my covers around himself. He let out a playful bark and got up. I giggled and threw my towel at him, grabbing batman underwear and pulling them on.