Before March Comes (Editing)

❄️ Chapter 1 ❄️

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I hope you guys enjoy the very first chapter!!!

These couple of chapters are quite short but they become longer <3

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I've always wondered why we never go outside during February. My dad says it's because February is angry.

I wasn't really sure what he meant by that, but I didn't question him.

I understood that it was dangerous because of how violent the storms could be, but it isn't as if there aren't storms in other months.

So, why is it any different in February? It's gloomy and the sky remains grey for the whole month.

As soon as March comes after the 28th of February, the sun shines as if it's done it all the while. You can almost feel the anger of the wind as it strikes against the window. Relief would overwhelm you when you'd remember you're lucky you've got strong windows.

I'm not going to lie, I've always longed to go outside during the storm. Just to see with my own eyes and hear with my own ears all the commotion. My parents think I'm crazy but I don't care.

"Alex! Come down for dinner!" I'm immediately zapped away from my thoughts. Drawn back to reality by the sound of my mum's voice from the kitchen.

She sounds annoyed as though this isn't been the first time she had called me.

"I'm coming! Give me a minute!" I yell back respectfully.

In a matter of seconds, I came galloping down the stairs, as obnoxiously as ever. "You took your time," Mum says in an unimpressed tone.

"Sorry, I was distracted."

"What's new?" She laughs and I roll my eyes.

I sit down at the kitchen table. The smell of homemade pineapple pizza wafts through the air. My mouth starts to water. I don't get how people don't like pineapple pizza, I always have anyway.

Suddenly I hear footsteps in the distance. I recognize the way the shoes lug across the floor.

My dad barges through the door which makes me jump about twenty feet in the air. Okay, maybe like half a centimeter. Let's not exaggerate.

He usually never leaves his office during the day, so I never really see him. He works from home during February because the storms make it impossible for anyone to leave their houses.

"Honey," He slurs, "Do we have anything to drink?"

Of course, he's drunk, when is he actually ever sober.

"Hey dad! Are you finally going to eat with your family, instead of being cooped up in your dust bunny engulfed office?"

Is what I would say if had balls. It was never ideal to get on his bad side. He's rarely ever on his good one.

I don't even remember what his 'good' side is like, it's been ages since I've seen it. My mum shoots me a glance, telling me to keep my mouth shut.

You see, whenever dad drinks I tend to...how do you say...run my mouth.

It's not my fault he doesn't know how to control his problem.

Everyone has problems in life. You can't resort to alcohol as a means of coping. Alcohol isn't helping, it makes things worse.

A whole lot worse...

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Bye for now, and enjoy the rest of the book!!!

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