NICK:
"Nick..." A brown haired girl said sadly wrapping her arms around me, hugging me. Her head came up to my chest. Her hair was a big Brown poofy mess as if she just woke up. "Nick..." she said again looking up at me with her hazel, bloodshot, eyes.
'she's been crying again' I thought to myself.
"W-why are you and mom wanting to move?" Tears were rolling down her cheeks for the fourth time today. She looked down at the floor hoping to hide the tears from me.
"Nicole, you know the reason for why I want to leave her. Mom even knows why. She doesn't want me to go through the same thing James goes through."
James.. are older half-brother, who is gay. Dad dislikes him a lot for it. He either ignores James or treats him badly. But Nicole really wouldn't know that though. She was 'daddy's little girl.' He never did anything wrong in-front of her.
"What do you mean 'what James went through'?" She stared up at me confused.
"Nikki! I've told you a million times already! Dad and James don't get along. They hate each other.They can't even be in the same room without fighting. And if dad found out about me, it will be the same way."
"What are you saying?! James and Dad get along just fine. I've never seen them fight before!"
Nikki was becoming frustrating. She didn't seem to understand they only acted nice in front of her. James and dad were very good at acting like they didn't hate each other but the anger in their eyes always gave it away. "Nikki! I just want away from dad. I don't want him to treat me like I'm the worst mistake of his life."
"Know what?!! Fine!! Leave!! I don't care! Just leave me, James, and Nat just so you can get away from dad!" She turned around and stomped away.
Sighing I went and sat on the couch listening for the slam of her bedroom door.
It never came.
'Weird she always slams her door when she's angry' I thought to myself. I turned on the t.v. and flipped through the channels. I stopped on a channel that was playing reruns of Supernatural.
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"Nick..." A brown haired girl said sadly wrapping her arms around me, hugging me. Her head came up to my chest. Her hair was a big Brown poofy mess as if she just woke up. "Nick..." she said again looking up at me with her hazel, bloodshot, eyes.
'she's been crying again' I thought to myself.
"W-why are you and mom wanting to move?" Tears were rolling down her cheeks for the fourth time today. She looked down at the floor hoping to hide the tears from me.
"Nicole, you know the reason for why I want to leave her. Mom even knows why. She doesn't want me to go through the same thing James goes through."
James.. are older half-brother, who is gay. Dad dislikes him a lot for it. He either ignores James or treats him badly. But Nicole really wouldn't know that though. She was 'daddy's little girl.' He never did anything wrong in-front of her.
"What do you mean 'what James went through'?" She stared up at me confused.
"Nikki! I've told you a million times already! Dad and James don't get along. They hate each other.They can't even be in the same room without fighting. And if dad found out about me, it will be the same way."
"What are you saying?! James and Dad get along just fine. I've never seen them fight before!"
Nikki was becoming frustrating. She didn't seem to understand they only acted nice in front of her. James and dad were very good at acting like they didn't hate each other but the anger in their eyes always gave it away. "Nikki! I just want away from dad. I don't want him to treat me like I'm the worst mistake of his life."
"Know what?!! Fine!! Leave!! I don't care! Just leave me, James, and Nat just so you can get away from dad!" She turned around and stomped away.
Sighing I went and sat on the couch listening for the slam of her bedroom door.
It never came.
'Weird she always slams her door when she's angry' I thought to myself. I turned on the t.v. and flipped through the channels. I stopped on a channel that was playing reruns of Supernatural.
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she jumps from flower to soft green grass.
Stretches arms, flutters wings
she looks around and sees new things.
Pushes off, finds joy in flight
she flies in daylight through till night.
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violet
Skin the sun, fall asleep. Wish away, soul is cheap. Lesson learned, wish me luck. Sooth the burn, wake me up....
