Little Trouble Maker

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When we got home I was sent to my room immediately. I knew that I'd be getting accustomed to my bedroom walls these next two weeks, which isn't horrible, I just wish my dad wasn't as strict as he is when it comes to discipline. He doesn't harm me or anything, he just...with-drawls and becomes cold to make grounding me and taking things away from me easier I guess? It's whatever, I shouldn't have skipped class. I laid down in my bed, bored, deciding to take a nap.

TIMESKIP

When I woke up I checked the time "7:13?" it's already dinner time, why hasn't anyone came and gotten me?

I sit up and get out of bed, stretching as I stand to open my door. The brightness from the yellow lighting in the hall compared to my darkly lit room made my eyes squeeze shut quickly. I opened my eyes slowly, as they became accustomed to the light, I stepped out of my room and made my way down to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen I hear my dad and Uncle Sam talking about dinner, which must be the amazing smell wafting into my nose. Standing in the doorway, I announce myself, rubbing my eyes tiredly "Is dinner ready?" Uncle Sam and my dad startled as I speak, spin around landing their eyes on me. "Nearly honey," Sam starts "Did I call you from your room young lady?" my father finishes. "No sir," I say and start to turn back to go to my room. 

"Ophelia, wait, dinner is almost done, Dean would be sending you up just to come back down and eat with us, come watch TV and chill out for a bit," I nod "thank you Uncle Sam," I say looking up at him from the couch and him smiling down at me "Of course sweetheart, now let me go settle your dad down." Uncle Sam leaves me to watch TV, as I wait for dinner I can hear bits and pieces of Uncle Sam and my father arguing "Sometimes you can be like dad...Not your place...she's a child...it's a phase...burden of having her..." I stopped listening to their back and forth after that last piece, the conversation isn't for my ears after all, but still, it hurts. I zone into the TV and whatever show is playing, next thing I know I can hear the table being set and food being set on the table. I shut the TV off and walk into the dining room and sit down without a word other than "Thank you for dinner."

TIMESKIP

After dinner I was sent back to my room. So I sat and waited for midnight to come along, while waiting, I decided I needed stress relief. I sighed and grabbed the tray from my nighttable carefully, to not drop anything sitting on the tray, I sat the tray on my lap, grabbed a paper, and started rolling. After creating my masterpiece, I sat back in my bed, lit up and relieved my stress.

After my session, I grabbed a duffle bag and put in the essentials; clothes, two pairs of shoes, angel blade (a gift from my godfather Castiel), spray paint, etc. I finish packing and look at the time "11:40" I whisper to myself. I grab my bag, the set of keys to Dorothy's motorcycle, taking a last look at my room, and make my way to the garage. Flicking on the lights when I get into the garage, the room illuminates and my eyes land on Dorothy's motorcycle. I walk over to it and look in awe at the ride that's about to get me outta here, I hop on, push the key in, and it starts up, "We'll be free together," I smile to myself and ride out of the garage, making my way to the park, to Luke.