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Imogen Halstead (age 16)
Word count: 1885
Imogen's POV
I roll out of bed and slam my finger down on the snooze button, I hate mornings. I stare at my wall as I sit with terrible posture, for around five minutes, until I actually wake up. I groan as my alarm rings once again to remind me that I do actually have to get up and get ready for school. So I throw my phone onto my bed and stand up before grabbing my clothes off of the chair and throwing them on in some kind of fashion.
Do I look acceptable? Absolutely not. Do I feel functional? Absolutely. It's school! Who says I need to look presentable? Not me... besides, my dads not here to scold me for leaving the house in this manner. He's already at work. As always...
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"Are you allowed to stay at my house tonight?" My best friend, gabby, links her arm with my own. I sigh, "my dad hasn't texted me back yet, so I'm not sure" I shrug. She sighs, "you still having trouble with him?" She nods. I shrug merely, "I don't know, it's just like he's forgotten about me recently" i look down. She nudges my arm, "maybe he's just really busy..." she nods, and I shoot her a small side glare, "...which still isn't an excuse" she adds. I smile weakly, "I don't know, I really don't" I sigh, "enough about me and my dad, let's talk about you and Luke..." I drag my best friend to the cafeteria.
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"Dad?!" I call out as I enter the kitchen. When I gain no response I sigh and sit down on the stool closest to me. I pull my phone out of my pocket and open the message app, I haven't even received a message from him today. No note, no message, what is wrong with him? Or me... I mean, I understand that he could be busy and all, but not even a message to his daughter letting her know that he's at least okay...? C'mon dad...
I groan as I drag myself away from the kitchen and up to my room, I could take a nap right now... So, I quickly change into some PJ's before texting gabby, letting her know I won't be able to stay over tonight, maybe another night instead... Once my phone is on charge, I turn the lights off and lay down, letting my eyes close right away...
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Jays POV
I have one rule for my daughter. Never become a detective. This job is way too time consuming... Over the past few weeks, I've had to work overtime for a total of 45 hours, that's not okay. I've rarely spent any time with Imogen, and I know she's getting annoyed, but I really have no choice but to work. I'm a single parent, raising a teenager on my own, and it isn't easy if I don't have enough money to keep food on her plate every day...
I mean, she's been making her own dinners, plus mine, for the past few days since I haven't been home in time to make it for her. And I couldn't be more proud of her, I just wish I could go home and let her know...
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At around 8:45pm, I close my front door and kick my boots off before turning the lights on, wondering why on earth the house is still dark. I always tell Imogen to leave at least one light on so people don't think the house is empty. Yet here I am playing a game of spot my daughter... As I walk into the kitchen I can immediately tell that she hasn't cooked dinner, since I can't smell it, so what on earth has she eaten today, and where the hell is she?
