United, chapter 1
I'm Just A Mutt
And Nowhere Is My Home
Where Dignity's A Land Mine
In The School Of Lost Hope
I've Panhandled For A Life Because
I'm Not Afraid To Beg
Hand Me Down Your Lost And Founds
Of Second Hand Regret
These lyrics belted out of my radio, I sighed. My name is Candice. I grew up in New York, and I lived with my mom. My dad left her when I was two. I used to think about him, but now, I just don't care, he has missed ten years of my life, so as far as I know, I have no dad. My mom wouldn't tell me who he was, so I just gave up my hopes one day. I had forgot all about him, until he decided it was time to meet me.
I was in the basement, just staring at the walls. I have that problem, my mom says I need help. I took out a joint and lit it, thinking no one was there, but my mom came in to get the laundry. I quickly hid the joint. I saw her pained face, and started twiddiling her thumbs. She looked at me and sighed.
"Candi, I have to tell you something." She said. I just shrugged and adverted my eyes back to the wall. She looked down. "Your father is coming." She said. I just glared at the wall.
"Tell him to not even bother." I said, not caring. She ran her hand through her hair. "He said he has to, that it has been eating him since he left." She argued, but I could tell she felt the same way I did. I just shook my head and laughed. She smiled, she knew that I wasn't happy, but I was still wise. People say I act to old for my age, and that I'm disafected. Who cares?
"He is coming tomorrow, so get ready, chances are, you know him already." She said. Wait a second, I know him? Was he famous or something? I just shrugged my shoulders. The thing was, I just didn't care. I had stopped caring for five years, and I wasn't going to start, now.
After awhile, and a few smokes, I fell asleep. My mom walked in and sighed. Me and my mom were best friends. It was us against the world. She carried me to my room. I slept for three hours.
When I woke up, I got ready, and made me and mom breakfast, as a way of saying thank you for carrying my fat ass upstairs in the middle of the night. Well, I'm not fat, but you know what I mean.
At twelve, mom woke up, and said thanks for the breakfast, and then the door rang, I awnsered it, and there stood Michael Jackson. No, not really, there stood Tre Cool, not that I cared.
When I awnsered it, he gulped. I hadn't known why he was here, but then it all came rushing back to me. He is my father, but, I really didn't care...that much.
"So, I take it you're my dad?" I asked, shrugging. He slowly nodded, and then I nodded, and went to go get a drink, and he followed.
"So, I see you've grown." He said, trying to make conversation. I jus shrugged and got some orange juice. "I guess." I said. He tried to hug me, but I had turned away. He had a hurt loom on his face, he really wanted to see me. Oh well.
"Are you okay? You aren't sad, angry, or happy. Are you just surprised?" He asked. I shook my head. "If you were looking for a happy reunion, you're looking at the wrong person. I just don't care." I said. He looked at me with a shocked expression.
"If you don't mind me saying this, but that is just fucked up." He said. I just sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "Alot of things are in this world." I replied.
"You're smart." He said. "You know, if you were here during the last ten years of my life, you would of known that already." I shot back. He nodded.
"I know that, but I'm so sorry, I was just so you-" He started, but I cut him off. "Just save it, yeah, you were young, but, really, you think I give a shit? You should talk to mom, cause she care a hell of alot more than I do." I said and left the room, leaving him open mouthed.
And Nowhere Is My Home
Where Dignity's A Land Mine
In The School Of Lost Hope
I've Panhandled For A Life Because
I'm Not Afraid To Beg
Hand Me Down Your Lost And Founds
Of Second Hand Regret
These lyrics belted out of my radio, I sighed. My name is Candice. I grew up in New York, and I lived with my mom. My dad left her when I was two. I used to think about him, but now, I just don't care, he has missed ten years of my life, so as far as I know, I have no dad. My mom wouldn't tell me who he was, so I just gave up my hopes one day. I had forgot all about him, until he decided it was time to meet me.
I was in the basement, just staring at the walls. I have that problem, my mom says I need help. I took out a joint and lit it, thinking no one was there, but my mom came in to get the laundry. I quickly hid the joint. I saw her pained face, and started twiddiling her thumbs. She looked at me and sighed.
"Candi, I have to tell you something." She said. I just shrugged and adverted my eyes back to the wall. She looked down. "Your father is coming." She said. I just glared at the wall.
"Tell him to not even bother." I said, not caring. She ran her hand through her hair. "He said he has to, that it has been eating him since he left." She argued, but I could tell she felt the same way I did. I just shook my head and laughed. She smiled, she knew that I wasn't happy, but I was still wise. People say I act to old for my age, and that I'm disafected. Who cares?
"He is coming tomorrow, so get ready, chances are, you know him already." She said. Wait a second, I know him? Was he famous or something? I just shrugged my shoulders. The thing was, I just didn't care. I had stopped caring for five years, and I wasn't going to start, now.
After awhile, and a few smokes, I fell asleep. My mom walked in and sighed. Me and my mom were best friends. It was us against the world. She carried me to my room. I slept for three hours.
When I woke up, I got ready, and made me and mom breakfast, as a way of saying thank you for carrying my fat ass upstairs in the middle of the night. Well, I'm not fat, but you know what I mean.
At twelve, mom woke up, and said thanks for the breakfast, and then the door rang, I awnsered it, and there stood Michael Jackson. No, not really, there stood Tre Cool, not that I cared.
When I awnsered it, he gulped. I hadn't known why he was here, but then it all came rushing back to me. He is my father, but, I really didn't care...that much.
"So, I take it you're my dad?" I asked, shrugging. He slowly nodded, and then I nodded, and went to go get a drink, and he followed.
"So, I see you've grown." He said, trying to make conversation. I jus shrugged and got some orange juice. "I guess." I said. He tried to hug me, but I had turned away. He had a hurt loom on his face, he really wanted to see me. Oh well.
"Are you okay? You aren't sad, angry, or happy. Are you just surprised?" He asked. I shook my head. "If you were looking for a happy reunion, you're looking at the wrong person. I just don't care." I said. He looked at me with a shocked expression.
"If you don't mind me saying this, but that is just fucked up." He said. I just sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "Alot of things are in this world." I replied.
"You're smart." He said. "You know, if you were here during the last ten years of my life, you would of known that already." I shot back. He nodded.
"I know that, but I'm so sorry, I was just so you-" He started, but I cut him off. "Just save it, yeah, you were young, but, really, you think I give a shit? You should talk to mom, cause she care a hell of alot more than I do." I said and left the room, leaving him open mouthed.
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