Sweat dripped down my back as I walked through the scorching heat on my way home. I was wearing my usual attire, the only difference is that there was a solar flare today, and its also mid-summer, so, I wasn't so proud of the fact that I didn't check the weather this morning and decided to wear my black My Chemical Romance t-shirt instead of a tank top. James, my best friend, had been going through some tough financial issues at the moment and said he wanted some space, so for the last 3 days I have been missing my best friend so I haven't been in the best of moods lately. My father hasn't been home for more than a year and my mother died when I was two. I am secretly a small bands lead singer, and a gangs leader; along with a senior in high school. I waitress at a small maid cafe on the weekends though.
Even though my father sends me $2,000 a week, i've never spent any of it. I don't consider someone who ran away as soon as I was dubbed "able to take care of myself" eligible
to be my father. I honestly don't even know what my father does, however, I know he has a new family. A wife named Myriad, and her daughters, Leila and Cronos. I've never met them, however, i'm pretty sure they're nice people.
As I was walking down the street, my phone started ringing so I answered it absent-mindlessly.
"Hello?" I answered as I let out a sigh.
"Hey, Marla," a mans voice answered.
I stopped and dropped the bag of noodles I was carrying as I answered with a shakey voice
"Dad?"
"Yup thats me, look, I was wo-" as soon as I heard his voice, I hung up.
Sorry that this is only the prologue. I don't know what i'm doing.
