Chapter 7: big things come in small packages
I start to feel déjà vu, as I run out of his house. I mentally kick myself, why do I always run away from my problems?
I start to think about what his dad said, he was so nice to me at first and then swore about me like there was no tomorrow. He was a grown man acting like a bitchy teenage girl.
I stat walking down his street to the bus stop. I found some change in sam's sister's jeans earlier, when I was trying to put them on.
I sit there for 10 minutes knowing the bus will be here any second. I turn back to his house and smile at the faint memories.
That's when I here a door click and out comes Sam, running to me. The bus pulls up at the same time, perfect. I jump straight on the bus not looking back. I give the man a dollar and sit on an empty seat.
Another jumps on the bus and shows the man a bus card. He shovEd it back in his pocket and sits right next to me.
"And what do you want?" I snap.m.
He turns to face me, with the same worried look in his eyes. Sometimes I could stab him and other times, I could get lost in his striking blue eyes.
"What did I do to lose the respect of your father?" I ask quite annoyed still.
"What do you mean? My dad loves
you," he exclaims.
"Pftt, yeah tell that to him," I smirk.
"What are you talking about, Thalia?"
I look at him, he really doesn't have a clue, does he?
"I heard the fiasco downstairs while I got changed, your father called me 'a girl who obviously sleeps around,' and it kinda hurt," I say facing away from Sam.
"No..no,no! That conversation was about, someone else."
"Who?"
"Your sister, she walked straight in the front door and started telling me she never really liked me and only wanted to be with me for the money,"
"Oh, sorry!" I apologise
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The bus' last stop was at a cute gourmet restaurant. We hopped off and walked inside, it was Italian my favourite. I look down at my wrist watch, 6.48 pm.
My step dad is going to kill me!
-----authors------note---------
I know right I am so slack I haven't updated in ages
Anyways I hope you like it -kels
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