Where Did I Go Wrong

Chapter 5

"Why do you think he left so early? He even miss your famous dinner?" Rebecca said

"I don't know? He was perfectly fine when we were together before. Then we went upstairs and talked while he stayed down here. Then we came downstairs to see him and then he was all weird and left." 

"DAD!!" I said loudly 

"Yes sweetie" my dad said

"What did you do to Jake, he was perfectly fine before." 

"I did nothing at all. He wanted to ask me a personal question and I answered it,"

"How did you answered it?"

"I don't know. I just answered it like a regular question. But he did ask me a question that was very important to him and I kind of said it in a wrong way."

"DAD! You made my crush.... I mean boyfriend.... I mean best guy friend leave before we can even hang out together. I thought you care about me."

"I do care about you, and you know that."

"Um.. I think that Ana and I should get going, it's getting pretty late." Rebecca said

"It's only six, thats not late at all. And it's not like we have school tomorrow anyways, because one, school is over, and two, tomorrow is a Saturday." Ana said

Rebecca hit Ana on the arm

"That was painful!" Ana said

"Anyways, we should get going. See you soon Emily,"

"But wait.... Uh! First, you make Jake run away, and now you make Ana and Rebecca run away too! This summer is not going out so well. Thanks a lot dad!" 

I ran to my room feeling like I was about to cry. I jumped on my bed laying down and holding my pink stuffed bunny that my mom gave me when I was three. I always had it since.

"You know, you could of been a bit nicer to dad. You think it's easy to take care of two girl all alone." Tiffany said. 

"You heard everything I said."

"Well yeah, you are the loudest person I have ever meet or knew so, what do you think?"

"Well, he just embassed me in front of my friends."

"He does that because he loves you."

"Well you're not the one that popular."

"Well, I knew your hurt on the inside so I'm going to let that one side, but does it really matter if your popular or not? Or does it matter that you have true friends that care about you? Think about it." 

Tiffany left my room whle I was still alone. Maybe Tiffany was right. Maybe it doesn't matter if your popular or not, or if you were embassed by your parents that love you very much.

"Since when did Tiffany became the wise one in the family?" I said to myself

"I heard that, and thank you" Tiffany said from her room with pride

"Well then."