Just Daisy

VI

C H A P T E R
S I X

"Allison"

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After witnessing the girl on the ground, Noah drove me home. Together, we sat on the edge of my bed and I asked him about the girl.

"I didn't personally know her, but she went to my school. She was a freshman." Noah said, still looking at me with careful eyes. It was like he knew how freaked out I was about what I saw, even though I was trying my best not to show it.

"What was her name." I asked carefully. I was looking down at my hands, which seemed to be way paler than usual. They were also pretty jittery.

"Allison. All I really know is that she was on the cheer team." He answered, reaching out and grabbing my hands to stop them from shaking.

Why was I freaking out? I don't even know this girl. The only reason why I was scared at first was because she slightly resembled my best friend. But that was proven wrong by Noah, she lived all the way in Arizona.

"Hey. Calm down, you're shaking all over." Noah said softly. He looked very concerned for me. I gave him a small, shaky smile. I didn't want to worry him or anything.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I promise, Noah." I reassured him, before laying back against my comfortable mattress.

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I must have fallen asleep while Noah was still at my house, because there was a note sitting on my nightstand. I was tucked in underneath my thick, fuzzy blanket nice and warmly.

You fell asleep after we finished talking, so I went ahead and tucked you in. I didn't want to sit and wait for you because that'd be creepy and boring. I decided to go home, see you tomorrow Daisy.

From, Noah

(p.s) You drool in your sleep and it's kind of cute

Great, now he's making fun of my drool.

Glancing over at the clock, I noticed that it was four p.m, I must have slept for two hours. My dad would be home in a few hours too, along with Lara and Penelope. What to do until then? I could sleep again, even though I've slept for a majority of the day. I could also read a book, but I must've read all the books I own at least three times each.

I spent five minutes deciding on what to do. I even made a list, trying to fill up time doing anything. Eventually I decided on painting. Drawing wasn't my specialty, but I was a decent painter. Especially when following a Bob Ross tutorial.

I walked into Lara and Penelope's room to grab a canvas. Penelope was a very talented artist, so she always owned different types of art supplies. I grabbed a handful of acrylic paints and paintbrushes. I rummaged through their room, which was already surprisingly messy, for a blank canvas. One was underneath Penelope's bed along multiple pairs of shoes, some of which I had no idea existed. I grabbed the canvas and left a dollar on her bed. After attempting to put everything back in place, I headed back into my room.

Halfway through the painting, I heard a car pull up in the driveway. It headed downstairs to greet them, and to hopefully find food. My dad wasn't much of a good cook, and I thought living alone would teach him to relay on himself but he only got worse. So far, living here we haven't eaten a single home cooked meal. I'm planning on making pasta one night for dinner.

Sure enough, he arrived home with Chinese takeout. Lara and Penelope were carrying a two-liter soda bottle and a pack of Oreos.

"This is the best Chinese food in the area, I discovered it a few years ago. I even made it my tradition to eat it every Saturday." My dad informed us as we dished out the food.

I made myself a plate of sesame chicken and rice, he only seemed to get  two types if chicken and one type of rice. I picked up a pair of chopsticks and began to eat. Glancing around the table, I noticed that Lara was struggling with her chopsticks. My dad was helping her, only to give up and pretend to be a walrus instead.

I honestly wish that he was still close to my when I was Lara's age, instead him and my mom spend their time arguing.