Too Much To Handle Alone

One

🍁Thursday, October 14th🍁
"In The End, We Only Regret The Chances We Didn't Take."
-Lewis Carrol
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Kennedy's Pov
The Bermuda Triangle.

It has all of these theories that there's sea monsters and aliens. All this strange phenomena. There's no proof that they're real. But there's also no proof that they aren't real. How many people have gone to the Bermuda Triangle to find out and never came back?

More importantly, has anyone come back from the Bermuda Triangle with some type of sea creature as a pet that they didn't want it taken away so they kept their entire journey a secret? I think-

"KENNEDY! ARE YOU READY TO GO YET?!"

I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

"HOLD YOUR HORSES DIANE IM ALMOST READY!" I shouted back at my step-mom.

Okay it may sound like I hate the woman and I'm being disrespectful but I don't and I'm not. I actually really like Diane. Her and my Dad have been married for the past eight years.

I quickly finished combing out my long, light brown hair and took a look at myself in the mirror to check out my outfit one more time. I have on a mustard yellow cropped sweater, dark skinny jeans, and tan Uggs. I used mascara to make my hazel-ish blue eyes pop as well as filled in my eyebrows a bit and added lip gloss. I don't usually use foundation or concealer or any of that junk because one of my favorite qualities are my freckles. They're super light but if you really pay attention they're there and I love them.

All in all, I look decent.

I shoved my phone into my back pocket, grabbed my keys and backpack, and ran downstairs.

"Morning Sweetheart." Dad greeted as I walked into the kitchen.

"Hi Dad." I chirped taking a piece of bacon off of his plate. He didn't notice anyway. His nose is always buried in his laptop. Work purposes.

"Are you coming to the game tonight? Peter really wants you there."

Dad is a huge sports fanatic. I can't say I'm not either. Like father, like daughter I guess. The football games we watch together are considered bonding. Yelling at a television or a bunch of teenagers on a field. Quality father-daughter time is what we call it.

"Definitely. It starts at six right?" He asked. I nodded.

"Okay honey. Here's twenty dollars for lunch. I suggest you go to that salad place you love today because there's been some drama with the McDonalds by the school and salmonella lately." Diane said walking into the kitchen and handing me the money. Her heels clacking on the marble floor.

"Thanks Diane but I don't need it. I'm hanging out in the cafeteria today. I'll see you guys later." I said giving her the money back, kissing my dad on the cheek, and walking away.

I walked outside and got into my white Jeep Wrangler. I named her Bertha, cute right? I threw my things into the passengers seat, buckled up, started the vehicle, and made my way to school.

I parked towards the back of the parking lot because I like the idea that I'm leaving a space up front for someone who prefers to park closer. Plus I just like the walk.

I made it to the steps of the school and reached my hand out to open the door. But before I could pull it open a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my torso and lifted me up. I squealed as they spun me around and put me down. I looked at who it is and of course it's my amazing boyfriend.