Running, running, running, thats all I do is run. If its either running away from some unknown force, or running to something or someone, but never seeing who or what it is. I wonder why I am always running, never standing still or even just walking. I'm always in the city to, weaving my way through faceless people that walk like their a machine. I'm always on a street to never in a building. I wonder... *Beep* *Beep*
I woke up to my stupid alarm going off across the room. I look around at the pig sty of a room that I have to share. *Beep* *Beep* My alarm is still going off. I finally get up out of my warm bed. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I pull the right back under my sheets. The cold floor right after the alarm is a great way to start the day, don't you think?
I, being the weird person I am, I crawl to the end of my bed and throw my throw blanket on top of the chest at the end of my bed. I sit on the wooden chest and stretch out my leg, and reach for the dresser drawer handle to open it with my foot. As I finally get the drawer open, and grab a pair of sock to wear so my feet aren't freezing, my dad burst through the door.
"Shut you stupid alarm off! It's the weekend, you should be sleeping in." Dad said in a half sleep-awake state.
As he turns to go, he turns back around and opens his mouth like he's going to say something but holds his tongue and walks out. I just stare at my door as I reach over and turn off my alarm. What he said played over and over in my head. A smile creeps on my face as I start getting ready for the day.
-A few hours later-
The one sentence my dad said to keeps on replaying in my head. It's the first time in months that he has said a word to me. I mean really, he doesn't even look at me. As I walked in the front door of gran's place, all I hear is crying and shouting. I ran up stairs to the twins room, to find dad and mom yelling at each other and the twins are huddled in a corner by the door.
I walked over as silently as I could and grabbed them. I walked back downstairs and put them in the car, and drove over to the house. They finally stopped crying and fell asleep. i feel so bad for them. I wish that mom and dad would stop arguing in front of the little ones. It's going to wreak their childhood. It wreaked mine. Something that my dad doesn't know is that the twins aren't his, their a guys moms seeing. I can't tell him though.
As I walk in the door with the kids in my arms, I see Jade, my best friend/sister, sucking faces on the couch. they didn't hear me come in, so i just keep on walking up stairs to bring the kids to my room. once i put them down on my bed and put a blanket on them i go back down stairs. I walk into the livingroom and clear my throat.
"OMG, when did you get here, Ava?" Jade gasped embarrassed
"Five minutes ago, you're just lucky that the twins were sleeping, when we came in."
"Why did you bring Joseph and Christy here!?"
"Because mom and dad were fighting and they were wailing so I came here, which is the no fight zone apparently, and they live here to."
*Cough* *Cough*
"Oh yea, this is Jacob my boyfriend. Jacob this is Ava, my new sister and best friend." Jade said looking at me waiting for an improval.
"Hey" Jacob said
"Hi", I say, "Can you guys please go suck faces somewhere thats private, I don't want you corrupting the minds of the twins at this early age, nor do I want to walk in on that again. So please, and thank you." I said turning around and leaving.
