I sat there doing the only thing I do in life, staring at the window.
Today is the last day of school and, of course, like every year I was on my way home riding the same bus while other students went to the fair.
My dad told me couple of times to go with them but I didn’t.
Even though I loved my dad so much I couldn’t do that one thing he kept asking me to do and it was being sociable, he didn’t say sociable, but the words change, be active and make some friends were equal to the word sociable.
But how can I change when I got nothing to change for?
Even if I had some friends, I felt lonely from the inside, but my dad couldn’t understand this, he couldn’t understand that his daughter was lost and depressed.
Maybe he knew and he was lying to himself by saying the word “fine” every day.
No one is fine, not since my mom left when I was two, she ran away with another man and when my dad got her letter his heart was crashed into many pieces I can tell by looking at him that day, he was reading and I was standing there waiting to show him something I wrote but he sat down holding that letter then he looked at me saying “from now on sweetie.… we are on our own”
He smiled at me even though his heart was broken and I couldn’t do anything.
I got off the bus and walked through the house.
“Hey sweet heart” said my dad from the kitchen.
“Hey dad” I said.
He kissed my forehead and said “how was your last day of school?”
“Like every last day of school?”
My dad looked at me rising one eye brow “sounds… fun”
“So what are you cooking” I asked
“You are going to love this one, wait until I smash the potato…”
After all….
Maybe I wasn't depressed to my father, but I was depressed to the world.
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I woke up early that day, dressed up then got down for breakfast.
“Good morning dad” I said.
“Good morning Amber" he told me “where are you going today? “
“I’m heading to the park” I said
“Playing… On your guitar again?”
I looked at my dad” No! I am not playing on guitar like never ever, stop asking me”
“Okay, sorry” dad said putting some pancakes on my plate.
“No I’m sorry dad, I shouldn’t have yelled”
“It’s okay; eat all of your breakfast now”
I got out of the house and rode my bike heading to the park.
I sat down a tree, opened my note book and started writing, five minutes later, I raised my head and the moment I did a flash hit my face and I couldn’t open my eyes for a second.
A male voice said “Sorry! Am so sorry I didn’t expect you to raise your head”
I opened my eyes and saw a Blondie guy “what the hell is wrong with you?!” I yelled
“I’m so sorry” he aplogized and came close to me
“Get away from me you freak!” I screamed “what are you doing!”
“Sorry… I am a photographer” he said smiling
“Oh yeah and why were you near me ha?” I asked.
“I was taking a picture of you while you were writing, it’s so beautiful_”
“Wait!” I interrupted him “are you saying that you have a picture of me?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying” he said and his stupid smile still on his face
“WHAT! Give me that camera!!” I said trying to reach his camera but he held it up saying “No! Why?”
“WHO LET YOU TAKE A PICTURE OF ME YOU CREEP! GIVE ME THE CAMERA” I yelled even louder.
“NO, take your hand off me and my camera” he said while trying to escape
“You psycho!! I want you to delete my picture!!” I insisted.
“OUCH! Stop squeezing my face!!” he said
“Then delete my picture!!!”
“NO” he refused.
“I WILL CALL THE POLICE YOU CREEPY STALKER!” I said trying to get his hand down to grab the camera
“Am NOT a STALKER am a photographer!”
“IT’S THE SAME!”
We fell on the ground and the camera had flied until it hits the ground and broke into two pieces “NOOO” the guy yelled “what’s wrong with you??”
“That’s what you deserve” I said standing up.
“You broke it, I spent all my money on it” he whined.
I looked at him, he was kind of cute but I didn’t have to time for guys now, I had ignored every guy in my school the minute I started going there, so I had never been in love, people get surprised when they hear this, even my dad, but yeah, I don’t believe in love cause if my own mother didn’t love me enough to stay… then love doesn’t exist.
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Amber
Non-Fiction"That thing about 'Everything has changed' it's true, and it's all because of that one person, everything has turned upside down, my life, my dreams, my style, my heart and myself, it's like the 'happy ending' has finally came, depressed became an u...
