Don't you dare!
"This is your new dad."
"Funny mom. You know that I have only one dad." My poker face turned into the face of the furious beast. "And he has red hair and brown eyes!"
"Everett! Behave yourself, for God's sake..."
I'm walking away from my so called mother and my not father.
Upstairs I grab my journal and write myself out to my beloved friend Larry. He's my best friend since my childhood, I never had any friends. Imaginary best friend, needed to point out. It was another crappy day. The only beautiful thing about it was the fact it was raining. Just like always. Like the weather wants to mark my everyday mood into the sky. Show everyone how unhappy I am. And I'm not. I'm always fine. Fine just like a spiked bike being left for death. And I don't even mind the fact I have no one to talk about it.
Correction: I have Larry.
I've always had Larry.
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If The Sky Could Speak
Teen FictionSome people are creative way too much. Some people aren't creative at all. Maybe if two people, with these characters, come together they'll make a perfect pair. Or maybe this kind of people are way too rare to meet at all.
