The Journey of Ramona Wright and Getting To Tour With Her Dad, chapter 1
Hey my name is Ramona Wright. I decided to run away because my mom was to abusive and my dad Tre was on tour. I was going to go find my dad. Besides he is only in Minnesota right now. He is there for one week. Right now I'm on the bus to Minnesota. It'll take me about 2 days to get there and he only got there about 3 hours ago. I know because he calls me on my cell every night. On the first day of the trip he called at like 10:30 pm just as I was falling asleep. He said that he's playing his first show tomorrow, and to say that he really misses my mom Lisea and I. So I said that I loved him and really missed him too. Then he called my house back where I used to call home but now I'm going to call Minnesota my home for the next 3 days and then whereever my dad goes to tour. My mom told him that I ran away she didn't really care that much she pretended to be worried. So my dad called my cell again but this time i was asleep and my cell was off. I woke up the next morning at about 8:30. Yes I'm a morning person. Then the driver annouced that we would arrive there in about half an hour so I got all my stuff ready and I started to get so excited that I was going to see my dad.
Half An Hour Later
We just arrived in Minnesota and I'm now boarding off the bus. I'm only like another half an hour away from seeing my dad for once in 3 weeks. Instead of getting abused I'm gonna feel like I'm safe. Once I got all my stuff I called a taxi. I called my dad and asked him what hotel he was in. He said "The Best Western on the north side."
I said my goodbyes and said "I hope to see you soon." And I was right I saw him exactly 45 minutes later. It would have been sooner but he was taking a shower. Then he finally got out of the shower and dressed. He opened the door and I jumped on him.
"DAD!?" I screamed.
"Ramona?!" asked my dad picking me up and hugged me back.
I could tell he was so confused. He put me down and kissed me on the forehead.
He looked around and he saw my luggage but he couldn't see my mom. He asked "Where's your mom?!" I Could tell he was still really confused. I said " At home." Now I could tell my dad was getting angry. He had the same look as me when I got mad. He started to yell sort of.
"RAMONA WRIGHT!?" my dad yelled at me.
"What?!" I asked trying to act all innocent and I gave him a little smile.
"OH DON'T YOU SMILE TAKE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE AND..... What am I doing yelling at you?!" My dad was starting to calm down and I could tell he was starting to get a little disappointed at himself for yelling at me.
"Dad don't get disappointed," I said trying to cheer him up. "You deserve to yell at me for running away." Trying to get him to get mad at me all over again. Wait what am I doing. I thought to myself. I'm supposed to tell him what happened why I ran away. I thought to myself again.
"Dad don't get mad at me for running away." Trying to explain to him.
"Oh now you-"
I cut him off before he could finish. "But dad I ran away because mom was abusing me, she would hit me and get mad at me and yell right in my face that I was a mistake." I explained.
He got disappointed again, but this time even more. "Dad?!" I asked starting to get tears in my eyes. "Was I?!" I asked I could feel the tears coming down from my eyes.
My dad lifted his head and I could see my dad's eyes start to water too.
"Yes, you were," said my dad with the tears streaming down his face also I could see the tears were black because of his eyeliner. I started to actually cry and my dad picked my up with my luggage and put me on his lap as he sat down. I was crying in his shoulder. "I know you're sad but me and your mom were drunk." explained my dad.
I could still feel his tears coming down and you could hear it in his voice. Then I stopped crying but tears were still in my eyes, same with my dad. Then he explained "I know you were a mistake but you're the best mistake I've ever made." Then at that point I was feeling a lot better. Those words made me feel like he really meant it. Both our shoulders were wet from our tears.
Then Uncle Billie and Uncle Mike knocked on the door.
Half An Hour Later
We just arrived in Minnesota and I'm now boarding off the bus. I'm only like another half an hour away from seeing my dad for once in 3 weeks. Instead of getting abused I'm gonna feel like I'm safe. Once I got all my stuff I called a taxi. I called my dad and asked him what hotel he was in. He said "The Best Western on the north side."
I said my goodbyes and said "I hope to see you soon." And I was right I saw him exactly 45 minutes later. It would have been sooner but he was taking a shower. Then he finally got out of the shower and dressed. He opened the door and I jumped on him.
"DAD!?" I screamed.
"Ramona?!" asked my dad picking me up and hugged me back.
I could tell he was so confused. He put me down and kissed me on the forehead.
He looked around and he saw my luggage but he couldn't see my mom. He asked "Where's your mom?!" I Could tell he was still really confused. I said " At home." Now I could tell my dad was getting angry. He had the same look as me when I got mad. He started to yell sort of.
"RAMONA WRIGHT!?" my dad yelled at me.
"What?!" I asked trying to act all innocent and I gave him a little smile.
"OH DON'T YOU SMILE TAKE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE AND..... What am I doing yelling at you?!" My dad was starting to calm down and I could tell he was starting to get a little disappointed at himself for yelling at me.
"Dad don't get disappointed," I said trying to cheer him up. "You deserve to yell at me for running away." Trying to get him to get mad at me all over again. Wait what am I doing. I thought to myself. I'm supposed to tell him what happened why I ran away. I thought to myself again.
"Dad don't get mad at me for running away." Trying to explain to him.
"Oh now you-"
I cut him off before he could finish. "But dad I ran away because mom was abusing me, she would hit me and get mad at me and yell right in my face that I was a mistake." I explained.
He got disappointed again, but this time even more. "Dad?!" I asked starting to get tears in my eyes. "Was I?!" I asked I could feel the tears coming down from my eyes.
My dad lifted his head and I could see my dad's eyes start to water too.
"Yes, you were," said my dad with the tears streaming down his face also I could see the tears were black because of his eyeliner. I started to actually cry and my dad picked my up with my luggage and put me on his lap as he sat down. I was crying in his shoulder. "I know you're sad but me and your mom were drunk." explained my dad.
I could still feel his tears coming down and you could hear it in his voice. Then I stopped crying but tears were still in my eyes, same with my dad. Then he explained "I know you were a mistake but you're the best mistake I've ever made." Then at that point I was feeling a lot better. Those words made me feel like he really meant it. Both our shoulders were wet from our tears.
Then Uncle Billie and Uncle Mike knocked on the door.
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