"As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless..." Went off the alarm I had set on my Iphone for 5:30 am. I cuddeled closer into my fuzzy mocha colored comforter, and rolled over several times before reaching for my phone that sat on my white boxed night stand. Pressing snooze, I unlocked my phone and turned the other alarms I had set earlier just in case the first one wouldn't work. Reading the names I named them, I laughed to myself. "Wake up fat ass" "If Katniss can survive the hunger games, you can survive school". I'm such a strange person.
I pulled the warm, cuddly blankets off me and reach next to my pillow and picked up my dog. He was about 8 lbs, I had gotten him last month and he was only 4 months old. He was from the pound, they assumed he was a golden retriever and dachsund mix. His wet nose rubbed against my warm cheek, sending chills down my spine. He pressed his cheeks against my chin, and began to yawn. I set him down on the hardwood floors in my bedroom, and walked towards the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I smiled at the mess that lay ahead of me. My hair was in a messy french braid I had put in last night, so my hair would be wavy without heat, and peices of it were flying everywhere. My face was red, probably from burying it constantly into my rough, fuzzy purple pillow from Target. "I'll deal with you after I feed my tummy you hideous creature" I said as I turned of the lights, and close the bathroom door. I walked down my hallways, passing my parent's room and the several extra rooms of which contained workout supplies, and computers for my father's work. I slid across the floors in the socks until I reached the spiral starcase. The handles were metal frame, which twirled as they went down. The floors were darker on the bottom floor than upstairs, for some strange reason. I walked down the stair case, with my dog, Macchiato, following closely behind me. When I reached the last step I reached for my phone, which I had earler slipped into my hoodie, and unlocked it. I opened my music and began to blast "scream" by Usher; my go to wake up music. I began to sing along, "OOOH BABY OOOH BABY GOT MY DRINK IN MY HAND BUT IM WASTED.." As I kept nochantly singing along, my dad walked in, catching me grinding up against our stainlesssteel fridge. He coughed to catch my attention and I jumped in fright and quickly scurried over to him, "Sorry father.."
He reached for his newspaper on the marble counter and grabbed a cup of coffee he had made earlier before I woke up, "You know honey," He took a sip of his coffee, he always acted to serious, "The music you kids listen to is very, well innapropriate. I hope to god, you haven't even had alocahol before." His black eyebrows furrowed, as his wavy short black hair drooped around his face.
I snickered to myself, giggling in my mind, "Of course I haven't dad," Ooops I lied, "I'm your little angel right?"wrong, Molly, you're anything but daddy's angel. Ok I'm not some badass rebel, but I'm not some loser who stays at home and has never even had a beer or vodka, I'm more fun this way. Then agian I'm not the queen bee at school, I'm friends with her. But then agian, I'm friends with the jocks, band geeks, and asian nerds. Maybe because I loved everyone, and they loved me.
My father chuckled, which brought me out of my train of thought, "Yes honey, that's what I hope. I was just checking sweet pea!" I smiled back to him, and then my mother walked in. Her eyes were green, and she had dirty blonde hair with streaks of strawberry blonde. I, on the other hand, had light brown hair, with natural hilights of blonde, and one odd streak of red. Must be my Irish, I chuckeled to myself.
"Honey," my mother said refurring to my father, "Have you told her yet?"
"Told me what?" I piped up curiously.
"No" My father laughed.What was it this time? A promotion? Are family coming to town?"Sweetie," he said facing back to me, his brown eyes glistened and looked straight into my blue, fragile eyes. There was an awkward silence, which I suddenly broke,
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Welcome to Mullinger Island
FanfictionMolly was just an average 16 old girl in California. Her life was perfect; she had many friends, the perfect wardrobe, and amazing house with the most spetacular view of the Pacific ocean. That was until her father, Mathew O'Brian is offered to beco...
