lvii. coming home and the golden trophy
Dad picked me up from bowling that day. Usually Mom picked me up, but Dad said she was at the grocery store.
"Hey Dad!" I said as I climbed into the backseat.
"Hi McKenna. Where did you get that trophy?"
"Michelle and I won the tournament," I said.
"That's great," Dad said. "You'll have to show that to Mom."
I shrugged. I didn't really want to talk to Mom. She had been kind of distant lately. It was like she was always mad at me for some reason. I liked talking to Dad though. Too bad he was never home.
We pulled up into our driveway. Mom wasn't home yet and Noah was playing Super Mario in the living room. I took my trophy and put it on the shelf in my room. It looked pretty good up there. Aaron and Justin would be impressed if they saw it.
I glanced outside. It was raining again. I wanted to play outside again, but it felt like it was always raining. I sighed and picked up my latest book. It had been a long day. I really just needed to relax. I turned on the radio.
Oh this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life
Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life
I wasn't sure whether I agreed or not.
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Daydream Believer
Teen FictionMcKenna Gregory was always the quiet type: never wanting to venture outside of the confines of her own mind. When her family moves to the small town of Odiosis, Illinois, five year old McKenna just wants to hide away from it all. McKenna eventually...
