"Angel. Angel! ANGEL MATTHEWS!" I snap out of whatever daze I was in. My friend Belle is standing in front of me waving her hand in my face.
"What." I say looking down at the desk. I know exactly what she's gonna ask.
"Are you going to the library with me and Marcus?" I know she's my best friend, but I really hate how she always does everything with Marcus. I want to say yeah, but of course the truth comes tumbling out of my mouth.
"Why can't just me and you go to my house without your boyfriend for once!" I yell finally looking up at her. When she jerks back her golden-brown hair sets perfectly around her shoulders and her blue eyes look at me like I just killed somebody. She slowly backs away from the table to go sit with Marcus. Of course. I put my earbuds back in my ears and drown in my music. When I come back up for air, the last bell rings. I gather my stuff and head towards Belle to say sorry for snapping at her, but she acts like I'm not there and walks right past me. Guess I will be walking to my dad's alone then. My little brother walks out of the middle school with his huge group of friends(unlike me). He had just started 7th grade and already had all the girls. I watch him as he says by to everyone and as he points in my direction. He walks over and I tousle his hair.
"Hey Zach," I say. "Are you walking to Dad's?"
"Yeah. I decided I want to walk with you instead of them." Zach says with a goofy grin glancing back at his friends. I look back to and all the girls giggling as the boys push each other around. I roll my eyes. Boys.
As we start walking we do our "Walking Home Tradition" where we make a bet about what time dad will be home. I say 10 and Zach says 9. Whoever loses has to pay the other person 10 dollars. We get home do our homework for 60 tedious minutes, watch a little TV and cook Ramen for dinner. When our parents split Zach was only 1. My mom would always make home cooked meals and we were all happy. Then it happened. My mom just left us. My dad would order food for us and just go to sleep. Eventually, he let me cook food when I was 9 and that's when he stayed out till 10 and never talked to us. By the time we cleaned up our stuff, it was 8: 00. Zach went to go take a shower, 8:15. I went to take a shower, 8:45. Watched some more TV, 9:00. We go upstairs to read a little bit, 9:30. The next thing I know, I wake up at 10:56 that night with a phone call from dad. Huh, that's weird. Dad never calls us. I answer.
"Hello?" I say.
"Hi is this Angel?" the person replies. I swear I hear sirens in the background.
"Yeah Dad. Obviously!" I say rolling my eyes.
"Hi Angel. This is the San Diefito Police."
"Oh hi." I say my heart dropping to my stomach.
"Who is Blaine Matthews to you?" The cop asks.
"Um," it was the first time I had heard my father's full name in a long time. "My father."
"Ok. Your father has had a fatal car accident." My insides turn to liquid. I'm upset my father died, but I know what this means. Me and Zach have to live with the devil.
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Misunderstood
Teen FictionMy childhood wasn't a happy time. My parents split when I was 4. My mom was always yelling and screaming at everyone except my younger brother. I guess he was the favorite child. My dad on the other hand didn't really care. He worked all day and wou...
