Strum

Strum: Deux

Deux

"I'll see you later then, darling. When is your dad coming to visit?" Mary asked politely, knowing it was a touchy subject.

"I think he's coming tomorrow, actually. I'll give him a call tonight," I smiled.

"Okay Morg. You look after yourself, alright?" she gave me a quick hug. I hugged her back and waved goodbye to Danny before walking down the pathway that led up to her doorstep.

"Goodbye Morgan!" I heard Danny call out. I turned around and smiled at him, giving him another quick wave, heading back to my house.

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, flicking on the hallway lights and tossing my keys onto the key hook on the wall. I wandered around the house aimlessly for a few minutes and decided to call my dad.

I sighed a little in frustration and picked the home phone up, dialling his number. "Hello?" his deep voice creaked through the phone.

"Hi, dad. It's Morgan. Were you asleep?" I smirked. Old age must be catching up to him fast.

"No, not at all. I've had a rough throat lately, that's all. Why are you calling?" he states with a cold tone to his voice. I frown a little at his tone and purse my lips together.

"Mary was wondering when you were coming, tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Yes, tomorrow. I'm bringing Loenna and Laenna, too," dad says. I groan loudly and squeeze the phone tighter in my hand in frustration. Having the mean and older twin sisters in MY home? As well as dad? Shoot me. "We'll be there at five in the morning."

"Five!? You think I'll be awake at five in the morning?" I look at myself in the mirror hanging from the wall in my hallway and run a hand through my long blonde hair.

"Yes," he simply says.

"Fine!" I yell. This is why I live alone. My mom died when she was giving birth to me, there were difficulties with the labour. For seventeen years now, I've been bullied by my older twin sisters, who are twenty years old.

Dad always thought of them as God's gift, and because I was an accident to begin with, I was treated like trash. I thought that moving into a little beachfront home by myself would've solved things, but it clearly hasn't. "I'll see you at five," I quickly say before hanging up.

I walked into the living room and picked up my guitar and strings that I'd left on the couch earlier in a rush to get to Mary's house. I place my guitar on the coffee table and inspect the receipt. Andrew's number. I wonder if it would be worth calling.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and put the number in my contacts list. I scroll through my list of contacts and smile when I see Laurel's phone number. Lifting my phone to my ear, it takes less than ten seconds for her to answer. "Morgan Rose Dale!" she squeaks.

"Laurel May McQuillian!" I laugh, laying down on the couch. "What are you up to?"

"I was actually debating on whether I should've called you or not," she states.

"Good thing I called then, huh?"

"Perfect. Anyway, I'm going on a date tonight with a guy called... Daz Roin," she says. I laughed at how she had to think of the guy's name, such a Laurel thing to do.

"Cool," I really didn't know what else to say. Laurel scoffed through the phone.

"You're coming with me, dummy!" she laughed through the phone.

"I'm what?" I ask in surprise.

"You're coming with me. Daz's friend will be there, and he's in need of some serious company. He recently got kicked out of university and has no place to stay, so he's temporarily staying at Daz's place for now. His parents live in New South Wales, and he said he would rather stay here in Queensland."