What was I thinking? I thought as I paced my bedroom. I ran away after the guy I liked kissed me! What is wrong with me!
Kahoni had kissed me an hour ago. I should be with him. We could be planning different ways for him to dump Savannah. Instead I was here, beating myself up for the stupid mistake I made. I needed advice, guidance; I needed my father.
I walked over and grabbed my box. I lifted the beautiful lid and picked up the picture of my father.
I knew it wouldn't talk. I knew that some miracle wasn't going to happen. I knew that there wouldn't be a sign from my father telling me what to do.
Nonetheless I spoke to the picture, "I don't know what to do dad. He kissed me and I ran away. There is absolutely no chance that he will like me anymore; he probably thinks I hate him. I need help, I need advice. Anything. Just tell me what to do."
The picture said nothing, as I knew it wouldn't. But no matter what I said, deep down I wanted to believe my father was there for me. I wanted to believe we had some kind of connection that when one of us needed help the other knew. I wanted to think that my father cared for me, but he didn't. And that was okay by me. I had Lani and Brendan...and Kahoni.
I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a letter to Kahoni:
Dear Kahoni,
I'm sorry about running off. I guess I was just shocked. Maybe we could meet up some time and talk about it.
Sincerely, Danny
I folded the note and planned to deliver it to Kahoni's house the next day. I looked down at the picture of my father.
"I knew it wouldn't work, "I said. Just then something lit up behind me. I turned around to see fireworks lighting up one house, the largest on the street. I knew it wasn't a sign from my father, that kind of stuff only happened in the movies. But it did tell me what to do. As I lay down to go to bed I all ready had my day planned.
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Hey guys, sorry the chapter's so short. My friend wanted me to publish another one.
~Hermione
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The Neighbor
Teen FictionDanny's life is hard. Her father left, her mother abuses her, and her siblings treat her like a maid. No one can tell she's part of her family since she looks the complete opposite of them. She harms herself, thinking it will make her feel better. F...
