The bell for school rings. At that moment, my heart skips a beat and everyone springs out of they're seats. Summer. The time of no school, no homework, swimming, and vacation. I however have never done anything big. But, Papa is taking me on vacation to California. We are gonna stay at our old beach house. I can picture all of us by the beach swimming. But, mommy wouldn't be there. I don't want to think of her.
"Forget! forget her!" I scream.
We arrive at the beach house, and I hug my doll tightly, and wheel my suitcase into the house. Papa gives me a tour and then shows me my room. I set up my bed and then Papa walks in.
"Oh, yeah. I got you this."
He hands me a little doll bed. How nice. He really cares about me. He loves me like a Father would. He didn't leave because he hated me. For the first time I feel like I really have a dad.
And I feel like this is my first real summer.
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A Twisted Kind of Love
Teen FictionWhen her mother kills her self and leaves her to live with her dad in Wisconsin. When making friends, violin, singing, and bonding come in, she feels bittersweet. When falling in love turns into a battle, and going through severe tragedies just to g...
