Daytona's life was almost what every person wanted. Great family. Parents who work a lot but still have enough time for her. Great grades and wonderful friends. But Daytona herself liked to stay in the back ground. She has a huge crush on the bad bo...
I wake with a start. My body soaked in cold sweat.
Great another nightmare.
I hit disable on the alarm. Then climb out of my oh so comfy bed.
I then I go into my ensuit. I turn on the water. I strip out of my pjs and hop into the shower.
After my shower I dry my hair and go into my walk in closet. I pick out my outfit for the day. I choose a holster crop top and a pair of ripped jeans and pair that with my converses and a flannel tied around my waist. (A/N outfit below)
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Then I head downstairs into the kitchen.
"Hi dad." I say as I see my father standing in front of the huge window by in the kitchen. It lets so much light in it hurts my eyes.
"Hello sweetheart. Another bad dream?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry. You knew I was hard on you because I wanted you to be the best you could be. Your my daughter after all."
"I know dad. You want the best for me. And I'm grateful for that. Where are the boys?" I ask just now noticing how quite it is in the house.
"Still sleeping." my dad says just before I hear a thump on the floor. Well that's one of the twins. But I can't remember which one. They both always fall out of bed after they wake up.
Then comes Dylan. He's the oldest out of us. Dylan is 22. Yes I said that right 22. And he still living with us, I don't even know why, but he says it's easier to keep an eye on me. He's really protective though. So that's probably why he's still here.
