I quietly opened the basement door and walked inside, careful not to wake up my dad, because if that happened, everything would be gone.
I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. Yeah, yeah I know. I'm not one of those girls who have their phone out the second they get under the covers. But that's probably because I don't even have a phone. Yup, I'm the social loser that sits next to the trash can at lunch.
So anyways, I was lying under the covers staring up at the ceiling. When I was 2, I really wanted to paint my ceiling like it had stars on it. But, my mom left before we could paint it. She had bought the dark blue paint and the glow-in-the-dark paint. So, when I turned 7, Marie bought me paintbrushes and she and I painted my ceiling. I like to think that my ceiling is a reminder that my mom and Marie still care and remember me.
I stared at the ceiling for a while longer until I fell asleep.
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I woke up to the sound of something crashing upstairs. I slowly got out of bed and quietly walked up the creaky stairs.
My dad was in the kitchen, knives thrown against the wall, pans cluttering the floor. And my dad sitting right in the middle of all the mess. I quickly ran back downstairs, afraid Dad was gonna kill me or something.
I went inside my bathroom and took a really quick shower. I got out and wrapped a black towel around my body and walked into my closet. No, it wasn't a full walk-in closet. I just didn't have enough clothes to fill it.
I grabbed a pair of white high-waisted shorts, a light pink sweater, and my pink Converse. I threw my hair up into a ponytail. Yeah no makeup. I never had any, and I don't need it. It gives you acne.
I grabbed my sunglasses, wallet, and jacket and walked outside into the warm LA air.
As usual, kids were doing their thing, and parents were doing theirs.
I walked down to the park where I met Annalise and pulled a peice of paper and a pen from my wallet and started writing down things I needed from Target. Yeah, I know. People go to Walmart, but I LOVE Target.
So anyways, I was writing my list when a bunch of little kids came and sat down next to me.
One of the little girls came over and looked at what I was writing.
"What's SC mean?" She asked, clearly confused.
"It means Sour Candy." I answered.
"Oh." All the kids said.
I ended up playing Hide and Seek with all the kids. All the adults thought it was adorable.
Soon, I had to leave. All the kids seemed really sad that I had to go, but I promised to come back tommorow.
The walk to Target was only about 15 minutes long. I walked in the air-conditioned building and took off my sunglasses. I grabbed a basket and took my list out of my wallet.
"First, Junk Food. Well, duh." I mumbled to myself.
I finished getting everything and went to checkout. I paid and walked outside.
When I got home, I put my Target bags in my closet and pulled out a soccer bag. I put all my junk food, and then the rest of my stuff I got from Target. I hide the bag under my bed so that Dad wouldn't see it.
I walked upstairs and checked the time. 8pm. No need for dinner. I went back downstairs and changed into an old T-Shirt and a pair of soccer shorts and climbed into bed. I then fell into a dreamless sleep.
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He Saved Me (Trevor Moran Fanfic)
Fanfiction"He really likes you." Bailey said. I looked at her. "How do you know?" I said. "He has never looked at someone like the way he looks at you." Bailey said.
