Floral And Fading // Sequel to Choices

ONE : I've Got Boulders On My Shoulders

SIREN

I sighed as I opened the door, slinging my bag onto the ground as I called out, seeing if anyone was home.

My question was answered before I really asked, however, because the first thing I heard as I walked in was an argument.

Between my dad and my uncle Mike.

I sighed as I picked my bag back up, scruying up to my room in hopes of slipping out of the agruement and getting some sort of effort on my 12 or so late or missing assignments done. And I really didn't want to deal with a combination of pissed off me and pissed off dad.

Why exactly was I pissed off? My history teacher basically pretended like her class was the only one that existed and that I had assignments for and gave me a 1w page packet of questions over ancient Greece. It's not that I don't know any of it, it's just that I literally don't have the motivation to actually do anything besides the vocab and maybe 10 questions.

I got halfway through it when I heard my name called down for super. I groan before dragging myself down the stairs, trying my hair up as I did so.

Maybe I really should dye my hair, the bright red was sort of fading into an orange color and even if it is nearing spooky season, I don't want to be called a pumpkin.

Anyways, once I was downstairs, I entered the kitchen to see only Jaime in there setting everything out for dinner.

"Hey, mermaid!"

I laugh at the nickname and grab a plate.

"Hey, hime."

I gave him a side hug before I started to head back up towards my room.

I was halfway up the stairs before I was stopped.

"Siren Veil Fuentes, just where do you think you're going?"

I turned around with a sigh and blew a loose piece of hair out of my face.

"My room, obviously"

My dad crossed his arms and lifted an eyebrow, obviously not okay with my attitude. His fault for ignoring me almost all the time.

"No, you aren't. You know the rules"

I roll my eyes but oblige anyways, making a show of slumping in my seat on the dining room table.

Unfourtuntely, only my dad, Jaime, and Mike were here, providing me with some of the most awkward silence of my life.

×

I woke up feeling like possibly the deadest alive person to exsist.

I dragged myself up and into the shower, almost burning myself, and got cleaned up. I stepped out and got dressed, pulling one of Emmie's old shirts over my head and covering it up with one of my hoodie' s. I struggled only slightly with a pair of ripped skinny jeans and finally blow-dried my hair before putting up in a ponytail. I gathered all of my dirty clothes and threw them in a hamper before going back to my room and putting on a pair of odd ball socks.

I decided to dig in my closet for shoes, seeing as I forgot where I kicked off the ones I had yesterday.

While searching for ones that actually fit, I accidently kicked aside a box the had been in my closet forever and discovered it had been Emmie's. I left it alone, mentally noting to look in it later.

×

As I entered the drama room, I noticed the teacher wasn't there and grinned.

"What's up fuckers!"

I yelled my greeting and three or four people replied to me.

"Why do have my phone?"

"Fuck you, that's why!"

We all laughed and I went to take my seat on the old couch, spotting Brandon, Kasen, Trisha, and Lance already there.

This was my main 'squad'. We had all decided to form a band in like 5th or 6th grade. The first name for it was Girl's Rule, then after Brandon complained it was changed to Brain Smasher, then Florally Faded after Trisha, Kasen, and Lance all discovered my dad's music, then finally it was changed to Transcendent.

A lot of people assumed we named it that after Kasen and Trisha both came out as trans, Kasen being genderfluid, Trisha MTF. That wasn't the case, but we never really dispel the rumors, because they were dumb anyways.

"Siren! We were all just talking about having a band sleepover at Lance's, you have to come. You are our bassist after all."

I rolled my eyes and agreed, not really caring if my dad ended up saying no.

Just to be clear, I respect my dad and am super greatful for everything both him and my mom do for me. But, when my dad drinks almost all the time when I'm home and ignores me or tells me how much he wishes I was my dead sister, I don't want to be around him.

The rest of the period was spent on classwork and Brandon making a big show of himself by replacing words in a monologue with penis.

Which, by the way, is typical behavior from him.

When the day was over, I called my dad, of course getting his voice mail.

"Hey, it's your daughter, Siren. Sorry to be a disappointment to you but Im going over to Trisha's for a Transcendent sleepover. You know, my band? Not that you really care. Anyways, I'll be home by noon tomorrow. Bye"

I sighed and stuck my phone in my hoodie pocket, jumping when Brandon slung an arm over my shoulder.

"Not even a, 'love you dad', or ya know a 'fuck you for being drunk shithead!' Huh?"

I roll my eyes and shrug Brandon's arm off of me.

"Not in the mood, Bran. Besides, my dad's not a shithead, he's just a little...down lately. Now, let's go before they decide to feed us to Trisha's alpaca."

Brandon laughed and we jogged slightly to catch up with the group.

Here's to a hopefully great weekend