Just then, mom's face goes even redder whilst she lifts her hands over her mouth. But this time, she didn't care if anyone was here. She stood there in silence as we all stared at her. And finally, noise comes out of her mouth.
"Ermmm?" Unable to speak, glaring at me, she just runs out of the room like a shot, into the utility cupboard and closes the door.
"Maybe I should go." The newly familiar voice says.
"No! You're not going anywhere!!!!" I say whilst dragging his arm back up the stairs, and signalling to Amy and everyone to come up with us. As Lucy is staring at the man behind me, and Molly at the door just slammed shut. Amy smacks them playfully on the arm, giving them a look.
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"Sooooo?" Lucy says after the awkward silence. Now Amy, Lucy, Molly, my 'dad' wow that sounds strange and I are scattered around my bedroom. Me on the trunk at the bottom of my bed with Molly and the other two girls standing, glaring at my so called 'dad' sat in my turned around desk chair.
"Oh yeah. This is my dad." And after that was said, they all beamed at me, wide eyed, in shock.
I've showed them a picture or two of him a while ago, but I don't know if they remember him.
They beamed at him then me, then him, then me.
"Yeah." I say. Stewart looks at me wide eyed and points over at the girls still looking at me.
"Fine," I give in, know full well he should not be the one controlling the situation here, "Let me introduce you. Lucy, Stewart, Stewart, Lucy, Molly, Stewart, Stewart, Molly, Amy, Stewart, Stewart, Molly. And that's really it." As I say each name I point at each person.
"Hi." Stewart says awkwardly waving his hand low by his legs.
"Yeah. That's it."
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The Scholarship
Teen FictionShe's the usual teenage girl, hormones, easily excitable and so much fun. But when her dad creeps back from lurking in the shadows since she was aged three, he brings up bad memories- and tangled along a catch. Bailey must choose between two things...
