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Chapter One: Funny Thing

This isn't a fuzzy warm feeling supernatural romance story. It will make you cry....sympathize...and seeing red angry. It is a story that will be dark. It will be real....and it will leave wanting more! Please feel free to comment, vote and read my book! Thanks, and Enjoy!😊

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I've spent my whole damn life being a people pleaser. Keeping everyone else happy and forgetting to do the same for myself.  I spent all my time. All my effort into simply that. What did it get me? A whole lot of heartbreak, being ignored and then forgotten in the dust of those I just gave everything to.
Well. I'm fucking done.

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My eyes shot open as I heard the lovely melody of yelling and swearing from downstairs. My parents, once again, were exchanging endearing words of hateful spite towards each other. Have been all week. It's kind of comforting once you get used to it. At least that's what I try to tell myself as I try and drown out the sound of them screaming at one another.  I've been waking up at the crack of dawn every morning to the words "You b with an itch" or "as*hat." Fun little words to describe someone hey? Funny thing is my parents never used to fight. They used to hold hands and exchange sweet whispers of nothing. Well, that time has died off real fast.
I walked downstairs into a kitchen that looked like a damn war zone. Papers everywhere, my mom, a smug look on her face, holding a pan over the stove. She was burning god knows what. Smelt like burning rubber.

"SCREW YOU! Where are my papers??! I hear my father yell from the other room.

"NOT MY PROBLEM! Honey." Mom had this odd sarcastic cheeriness to her voice. She can sound so awful when she wanted to, yet at the same time kind. Now that's a special kind of talent to be nasty. Standing there witnessing the dispute play out, it occurred to me that Dad's papers were the papers all over the kitchen. Why didn't he just come walk over here from the other room? I stared at my mom for a second to see if she had any recollection I was in the room. Nope, just a stare back that went through me. Ignoring the cold-hearted lady looking at me, I walked around the corner to the other rooms where my dad possibly was in. Standing there looking at both doors, that were closed, my dad was either in the bathroom or his study. Knocking on both doors, immediately, I heard an answer from the bathroom.

"What! You going to let me out now? Or continue your stupid ass tantrum?!" Dad said sounding very pissed off and slightly desperate. What in the....

"Um, Dad...It's Celeste. Can you please not swear at me. I didn't do anything, and you know how I feel about swearing."

"Shit, sorry. Can you get your Mom for me?"

"You locked him in the bathroom? Mom, that's a little low don't you think?" Walking around the corner to talk to Mom, I see her no longer at the stove but sitting beside the counter gathering my dad's papers.

"Hmm? Oh hey, yeah. Sorry, he needed a timeout. What can I get you for breakfast dear?" Mom answered so nonchalantly as though it was just another day.  She looked up at me and smiled. I haven't had her smile at me in well, more than a while. I went to return the smile, only to hear Dad scream from the bathroom and in a huff, Mom stood and headed towards the bathroom. Right then. I don't have time for this. I'm going to go to school.

Driving down the road towards my sad excuse for a high school. Lakeview secondary school. The only high school in Lillooet. I turned the AC on and my music up. The summer heat of the interior was just bearable. That's only if you have the comfort of an AC though.  A single tear threatened to roll down my cheek. But there was no way I was going to let my emotions to get the better of me today. So what, my parents hate each other now. I'm not going to let it ruin my day.  Another twenty minutes went by, to a thirty-minute drive to get to school.