the night [rewriting/editing]

six.

"Sure," I shrugged as he passed me.

"Anata ga koko ni kangei shite inai!" my dad screamed when he saw Micheal. "You no welcome here!"

I watched as he shoved Micheal out of the open door.

When the door was slammed, my dad went back into the kitchen, doing what I assumed to be cooking.

"What was that for?" I yelled when he disappeared in the other room. "You can't just kick my friends out. You don't even know him."

"Go do your homework, Anna," he said completely ignoring my question.

"No," I simply answered.

Going up stairs, I heard him curse me in Japanese.

"Whatever," I breathed.

I opened the door to my evergreen green painted room. Plastered with band posters and pictures I had taken. I stepped across my mess of clothes and walked onto the balcony. I sat in the dangling ceiling chair, insterted my headphones, and fell into my thoughts. "Why was Micheal not welcomed?"