(A/N: Okay, since I saw that this story got at least 10 votes already, I decided to continue it for you guys!! ^-^ Your welcome ;) I hope you like it so far! <3 It gets better as it goes, trust me ;D )
(Reader's POV)
(June 22, XXXX)
My father and I arrived at the airport. We waited about an hour for our suitcases because the baggage handlers are on a strike.
Then we got in a cab.
Now we're stuck in the Monday night rush hour outside Indianapolis. But we could be in Newark, Ohio. Or New York City. Or hell.
That's when I plugged my earphones and hummed my favorite song. "Someday" by Nickelback.
"Someday, somehow,
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that."
"Can you please stop?"
"Someday, somehow,
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when."
"(Name)..."
"Well I'd hoped that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up stringing."
"(Name), stop!"
Dad pulls my right earbud out so now I have to stop pretending I can't hear him.
"What?" I respond.
"I'm trying to make a phone call here! Please, be quiet."
My singing pisses him off. Nickelback pisses him off. Everything seemed to piss that ass hole off. My black liquid eyeliner. My (length of hair), (hair color) hair. The metal on my body, especially the metal. The bracelets, earrings and rings. Even my own existence pisses him off.
It cost us about twenty minutes at the security gates when we were already late for our flight that morning.
"My, you going into battle, sweetie?" the security guard asked me as he watched most of my jewelry pile up in a plastic bin.
I walked through it again. More beeps. Dad was seething. The guard patted me down. He felt my arms, looked inside my pockets and ran his fingers around the collar of my shirt.
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Fanfiction(First Name) (Last Name) is on the edge. She's angry at her father for leaving when she was eight years old, angry at her mother for not being able to cope, and brokenhearted by the loss of her little sister, Annie. Rage and grief are emotionally...
