When I’m Gone
“Whoa, no we’re not gonna waste another moment in this town. Whoa, We won’t come back the world is calling out. Wh-.” I hit ‘off’ on my alarm clock and crawled out of bed. I could just tell this day was going to be one of those days.
Well, I woke up expecting the ordinary, sleep deprivation, hunger, and that certain loneliness in the morning, the way it has felt for the past 3 years since mom died. Instead I woke up to strong coffee brewing and that woman ( and I mean WOMAN) in the kitchen.
“W.t.f” I had said aloud. Not what that actually means, but the literal letters. “Why are you in my kitchen?”
“Oh I’m sorry, is this your kitchen, I must have the wrong one, because I thought this was Andrew’s kitchen.” She replied coolly, dripping with sarcasm. Andrew is my fathers name if any of ya’ll were curious.
I drew a sharp breath in and shoved past her to the fridge. Who was she to challenge me like that in my own home! At this hour! (It is about 8:30 AM.) “Hmph” I mumbled.
I looked in the fridge to see if we had anything left to eat.. All I saw was a half eaten apple, a container of expired yogurt and some mouldy white cheddar cheese. Along with other various un-edible foods. “DAD!” I screamed up the stairs, “When are we going to get some food in this house?”
“When we can afford it hon. Don’t worry about it, we can stop at McDonald’s on your way to school.” He said calmly while walking down the stairs in his best suit and tie.
I just replied with an “Ugh.” and left the room. Definitely one of those days…
I really miss my mom. A lot. She used to take such good care of me and dad. The house was clean, there was food in the fridge, and everyone seemed to be incredibly happy… Plus there was no Tammy hanging around. Or maybe there was? I have no idea. I really, and I mean really, dislike her. She thinks she has run of the house! Like she’s in control of my life. She is NOT my mother, hello?! Gr. I can’t believe her sometimes… I caught her trying to take down the picture of my mom and dad holding me when I was first born. Just to put a picture of her stupid cat , Gabon; and what kind of a name is Gabon anyway? Gosh! Everything about her makes me so mad! From her perfectly straight, shoulder length blonde hair, to her stick-like figure, and her tiny elf size feet! I mean puh-leaze father! You could do so much better… Someone a little more Avril Lavigne meets school teacher? Now she would be cool! Tammy isn’t even pretty, let alone smart! She doesn’t know what the word sophistry means.. (It means a method of argumentation that seems clever but is actually flawed or dishonest.) Which she tends to use a lot.
I mean her arguments. She always makes herself seem clever, but really she’s as dumb as a doorknob. But how dumb are doorknobs anyway? Sigh
>> 4:00 Pm.
Yet another boring day at school, to say the least. Well, maybe not boring, just not my type of thang going on. School spirit assembly. Yikes! Don’t get me wrong here, I’m all about school spirit, but our spirit assemblies? I think not. Everyone at Montana High crowds into the gymnasium, in the bleachers and on the floor, and sit there… for like three hours. We have two of these every school year and unfortunately this was just the first! They usually have some long, dragged out presentation, a cheesy video of our teachers being “arrested” during class, and three activities, of which they pick three or four people for each so called “event.” That’s it. See what I mean? How boring would that be for you?
Anyway, I’m at home now. Just sitting in my room.. Well actually not sitting.. Don’t laugh okay? I’m jumping around dancing to the Jonas Brothers. Because I happen to love them. Nick, Joe, and Kevin. They’re just so.. Amazing!, and completely, let’s just say, crazy! They’re like me and my friends in every way, except the fact that they’re guys, which makes them even more wonderful. Okay, go ahead and laugh.. I know if it was someone else doing this and not me I’d be in hysterics rolling around on the floor!
Okay, back to my life. I just realized I haven’t properly introduced myself here. I’ve just been ranting and raving about my life and ya’ll don’t even know my name! (They call me Dre.) So here’s a little about me, not my life, but what I look like and who my friends are and such. I’ll do this in point by point form to make it a little easier to read and understand. As you may know I’m pretty complicated!
Name: Dream Caitlyn Havana. (My parents thought it would be cute.. Did they even think of my future?!)
Age: 15. Born January 1st, 1992.
Talents: I can sing, play guitar, act, dance, and play sports.
Favourite Sports: Football, Cheerleading, Golf, Dance, Rugby, Tennis.
Music: Jonas Brothers!, Simple Plan, Miley Cyrus, Disturbed, Daughtry, Avril Lavigne, The Beatles, Eminem, Chris Brown, Jesse McCartney, AFI, Billy Talent, Carrie Underwood, Kelly Clarkson, Justin Timberlake.. And so much more. And I mean that literally. That’s just a taste. I like all types of music except for maybe opera and some classical.
This story is still in the midst of being written.. This is just the first page or so..
Im uploading it to get some help from ya’ll, where should i go next? Feedback please!