I move out of the doorway so my dad can come in. I hope Mom is not mad.
"Sweetie, who was at the door?" My mom shouts from her room, which is up the stairs and down the hall from mine.
"Dad!" I reply. And, after a second thought, I shout back "Oh, and don't call me Sweetie."
"Why is your father here?!" She yells back, completely ignoring my request for her not to call me something I do not like. We hear my mother's pounding footsteps indicating that she is mad.
I look at Dad. He looks pale. "Sorry."
"No. It was bound to happen some time. Don't blame yourself."
Don't blame yourself.
I have heard that a few times today. First from Nick. Then my dad comes home and tells me the same thing. Just for different reasons. I should probably try not to but it is just so hard. I can see signs, barley there, when I look back on times we were together in the last few weeks of her life. When that happens, it is that much harder not to blame myself.
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Hey y'all!
So I am so happy. I have a goal of five hundred reads. Right now we are at 173! This is exciting. I know we can get to my goal. Hopefully, we can pass it. Go above and beyond your dreams. Make them real.
Also, I have a new book. Paradise. Here is the summary-ish thing:
It was meant to be a vacation. A vacation in paradise. This so called paradise turns into a horror.
So check it out. Ever heard the song Paradise? By Coldplay? Haha, different than that.
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I'm Fine (#Wattys2015)
Teen FictionYou know how when you do not want to talk and you say "I'm fine." You do. We have all been there. A fake smile, forced laugh, then you go home and cry. But, then, you find out a huge secret with holes missing. You want to find out all the answers. B...
