Lolly and Blondie
Blondie
It sucks to suck is what I always say. Groaning in frustration I tell myself to suck it up. To face the day. It's all I have left. And it's all because I'm moving.
I lay here with my blonde curls fanning around me on my bed, wondering why the hell I have no friends to spend the rest of my day with. Oh, I know! I have no more friends. They all abandoned me after the accident. I certainly can't blame them, but it stings anyway.
Ugh.
"Ow." I sat up after slapping myself hella hard. That was terribly dumb.
Deciding it was better to get up than brood, I left my bedroom. Or what was left of it. My room was nearly empty except for my bag of clothes and the bed I'm occupying. Tonight the movers will get rid of my bed and I'll be fine for good.
"Oh hey, love." My father said once I reached the entrance to the kitchen. He was on the phone again talking to someone who was important to him and less important to me.
"Hey, daddy." I waved and he nodded then refocused his attention back on the person he was on the phone with. That signaled the end of our conversation. My father was always busy. He never had time for me anymore. Not when my mother left us to fend for ourselves.
Yeah, it sucks to suck.
Hopefully, my new home will be better. Maybe I'll make some friends and feel less lonely.
Maybe.
~Blondie
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Lolly And Blondie
Short Story"Lollipop lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop" ~The Chordettes Blurb: Known for her sexual preferences, escapades, and desires, Lolly is the center of attention...
