Confessions of A Dead Girl

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I was so excited. Today was the last day that I would see Lilah before she leaves for Oregon. She hadn't seen her family for a long time so she was happy to be able to spend her 17th birthday with them.

I drove to her place, wearing some regular jeans and a nice, light, button-up shirt to somewhat alleviate myself from the heat.

As always her grass was green and they had flowers blooming. It was a nice touch, it made it feel even homier than it usually is in other places.

I knocked on the door and waited patiently. Through the window, I could see Lilah's mother waving me to come in.

As soon as I stepped inside, I remembered just how chaotic the Braithwaite family could be.

"Fernanda! Did you take my special shampoo? You know I need it so my hair can have more volume! Stop taking my damn stuff!" Bruno exclaims.

"Mom Bruno is being mean! And I can't find my purple snow sweater!" Fernanda says as she drops a suitcase in the middle of the living room, along with three others and two sports bags.

"Sweetheart, I can't find my sandals," Mr. Braithwaite frowns as he comes into the kitchen to his wife.

When he sees me, he makes sure to nod, but you could tell his mind was occupied with the location of his sandals.

"Paul, why in the world would you need sandals when it's colder over there than it is here," Mrs. Braithwaite chides.

"You never know if I'll be in the mood to wear them. What if I feel like letting my feet breathe, but I don't want to be barefoot? You can't expect for me to be barefoot over there when it's that cold, that's just pure madness!" he says with wide eyes.

I awkwardly chuckled as he looked from his wife, to me, and back.

"Whatever Paul, but make sure you have something warm," she rolls her eyes.

"Lilah! Tyler is here and you've kept the poor boy alone for way too long!" Mrs. Braithwaite calls out.

"I'm in my room!" she yells.

"Don't do anything we would do!" her father laughs as I go to her room.

I chuckled nervously as I shook my head furiously. How do you even respond to that?!

I leave just in time because I hear Mr. Braithwaite kiss his wife repeatedly over and over while she laughs in content.

"Hey, babe," Lilah chirps as I step into her room.

"I still can't believe you want to leave me for your birthday," I sighed as I throw myself on her bed.

"I still can't believe my wish came true! And this early!" she gasps dramatically.

"Ha. Ha. keeping joking, but I know you'll be miserable without me," I rolled my eyes as a smile played on my lips.

"I don't know, I've heard that the snowbirds over there are pretty cute," she giggles as she lays down next to me.

"At least now I don't need to get you a birthday present," I snort.

"Yeah, thank goodness! I never know how to react when someone is giving me something," she rolls her eyes.

She wasn't joking about that. For some odd reason, she liked giving more than receiving. It's a good attribute, but it makes it hard to find the perfect gift. She never knows what she wants.