Dare Me

Dare Me

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It all started with a dare, but then again, most love stories do, don't they? ***** When my best friend convinced me, practically bribed me, to wave at that camera, I knew something was going to happen. After all, signing at a mall security camera? Something was bound to happen, even if the guy on the other end was asleep and had donut crumbs clinging to the corners of his mouth. I pushed down that fear though, and went right ahead, after all I wouldn't let some obese security cop fall in love with me. That was then though, and now? Now I wonder if I should have thought it over more, should've wondered about the consequences, should've not watched so many comedy and horror movies. Maybe I should've actually paid attention when my friends popped in one of their cliché chick flicks. Because really, what experience do I have in love? None. And when it comes to drop dead gorgeous guys? I'm basically screwed.
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"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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