#ForeverAlone

Chapter 2

As we pulled into my driveway, I saw my dog Lola run out of her dog house in out yard. My house was a two story, blue house. I didn't see my dad's car in the carport; he must still be at work. As I was grabbing my things out of Joanie's car, she grabbed my wrist.

"Hey, actually go do stuff this summer, okay?" She looked at me, a certain seriousness behind those yellow contacts in her eyes.

"Yeah, alright." I lied and pulled my arm away. I made my way up to the front door and picked up Lola as well. Lola was a small white chihuahua. She looked nice, but she would really leave a scratch on anyone she didn't like. As I stepped into the house, I looked around to see no one home. My dad was at work, and my little sister was at soccer practice. Where's my mother, you ask? Well, she doesn't live with us. My parents got divorced after she had an affair with some other guy she met at a bar. She just left, not even a goodbye to my sister or I. I was only nine, and my sister was six. I don't really think she cared about us anyways, she never seemed to have time for us. "Alright." I set my backpack down and walked into the kitchen. "Dad won't be home for a couple hours, and Jacqueline won't be back from soccer in an hour." I spoke out the amount of time I had to myself as I rummaged through the refrigerator. I grabbed a slice of leftover cold pizza from yesterday's dinner, and can of Arizona tea I had hidden in the back of the refrigerator from my dad. He loves Arizona tea just as much as me, so I have to hide it whenever I have it. Having the house to myself wasn't really all that strange to me, it happens all the time. Although today, there seemed to be an eerie silence. I grabbed my satchel bag off the counter and walked up the stairs with my food in hand. My room was at the very end of the upstairs hall. I turned the doorknob and walked in. Plastered on the walls, were strings and strings of Christmas lights. If they weren't here in my room, this room would be pitch black. My curtains were black and covered the windows well. I didn't like the light much. Then sat my Mac Book Air at my desk; along with a charger and books. If I didn't need food to survive, I could probably thrive in my room. All I would need is my laptop. I live on the internet. It's the only thing I have that doesn't leave me, ever. I threw my satchel bag on my bed, and sat down in the spinny chair at my desk. "And so this summer begins."