Post by Deleted on May 31, 2013 21:01:52 GMT
 | LOGAN DANE, DAD. |
The cabbie was quiet, so she was too, texting her cheerleading friends away on the white iPhone 5 she'd gotten last Christmas. She was kind of nervous, she was going to spend the weekend with her dad. She was afraid of spending more than an hour with him, because then maybe he'd see that she wasn't really worth being seen, or something. Maybe her mom had kept her away from him for a reason, or something. She wasn't sure why she was nervous, but she figured it had something to do with how her dad was a musician. Sure he was old, but he was covered in scars and tattoos and was cool. She didn't seem like she could be related to him. She was a cheerleader, for crying out loud. She got highlights every three weeks and she was lucky if she remembered to do her English paper.
Oh, darn. She forgot her English homework! Ms. Irving was going to boil her in oil, cut off her eyelids and light her on fire. Okay, not really. Ms. Irving was in no way an insanely murderous woman, ever. But, Dani had been forgetting her assignments a lot lately, and she hated getting in to trouble. Especially because if she got below a B-average, she wouldn't be able to cheer. "Dammit." she mumbled, swearing not something she did often, but did if she felt stressed. She sighed, the cab coming to a stop outside her dad's residence in Tribeca. She handed the cabbie the fare he asked for, then got out of the cab, adjusting her designer backpack (another Christmas gift) and closing the door behind her, before climbing the front steps and knocking on the front door. "Dad?" she asked, shifting her weight in discomfort. She didn't like being outside alone when she wasn't near her mom's house. She was always paranoid someone was going to get her, even though she was right outside her father's home. She tapped her foot impatiently, then pulled out her phone to text her mom that he hadn't answered the door yet. "Daaaad?" she called, knocking again.
Oh, darn. She forgot her English homework! Ms. Irving was going to boil her in oil, cut off her eyelids and light her on fire. Okay, not really. Ms. Irving was in no way an insanely murderous woman, ever. But, Dani had been forgetting her assignments a lot lately, and she hated getting in to trouble. Especially because if she got below a B-average, she wouldn't be able to cheer. "Dammit." she mumbled, swearing not something she did often, but did if she felt stressed. She sighed, the cab coming to a stop outside her dad's residence in Tribeca. She handed the cabbie the fare he asked for, then got out of the cab, adjusting her designer backpack (another Christmas gift) and closing the door behind her, before climbing the front steps and knocking on the front door. "Dad?" she asked, shifting her weight in discomfort. She didn't like being outside alone when she wasn't near her mom's house. She was always paranoid someone was going to get her, even though she was right outside her father's home. She tapped her foot impatiently, then pulled out her phone to text her mom that he hadn't answered the door yet. "Daaaad?" she called, knocking again.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
short, sorry Dx