Let's Write Poetic Bullshit (Mockingbird) (Book 1)

Let's Write Poetic Bullshit

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Ugh. Another boring day of school. Another boring day of nimrods bumping into me on "accident" because they couldn't see me. More sorries that didn't matter. They didn't matter because

I was a complete and utter loser. 

I opened my eyes and sat up, putting my glasses on and my hair in a pony tail. I walked over to my dad's room and turned the light on. 

"Morning, Daddy. Another day." I say, going over to his dresser and picking up his pills. 

"Morning, Prudence." He tried to sit up, but he knew better. I walked over to his bed and pulled him up into a sitting position, fluffing his pillows up. I handed him is water and his pills and 

watched him take them himself. 

When he was finished he looked at me and smiled. "First day back huh?" he said. 

It hurt me that he would think that. "Actually no...It's the middle of the second semester." My dad rubbed his eyes hard and motioned for his wheel chair. I unfolded it and helped him into it, 

knowing he was going to get coffee and go smoke while I was getting ready. 

"I'm sorry. I must be forgetting things. Go get ready, babydoll." I smiled at his nickname for me and gave him a hug before going into my room and taking a shower. 

I turned my iPod on and jumped into the shower, The Avett Brothers blasting from my stereo. 

My dad's name is Cadence Brinker. He's in a wheel chair now because my mom tried to kill him. 

Imagine me, a thirteen year old girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, glasses, coming in from playing out in the snow with some friends. I'm just about to make some hot chocolate when I hear a huge bang and my mom's 

screaming. I ran to her rescue like any person would, but when I turned the corner I found it wasn't my mother who needed help, it was my dad. I should have known something was wrong when I walked into

the house, my dad's guitar wasn't being strummed, or my mom's laughter echoing throughout the house, normal things that I was used to at that point. 

On the floor at the bottom of the stairs was my dad, a knife sticking out of his back, blood everywhere, not breathing obviously. My mom was at the top just staring at me smiling like something evil would. 

The doctors said my mom was schizophrenic, and had been for a while, it just hadn't taken effect until now. She was sent to a mental hospital, and is still there, while my dad is in a wheel chair because she managed to 

hit him right on his spinal chord, making his waist down paralyzed forever. Forever in a wheel chair. I'm not angry at my mom anymore. I was at first because I had to take care of my dad now for the rest of my life,

watching him slowly lose his memory, not being able to get around by himself. At first I refused to help him. But I knew I couldn't be selfish. But now I know that he's my dad and if the same happened to me, he'd help 

me. 

I didn't have any friends so there was nothing better to do except help him. I'd never had a boyfriend, probably because I was the biggest "loser" and "nerd", out of all the words that could be used, out of the school. 

I'm invisible. 

I jumped out of the shower, getting dressed in my normal cardigan and leggings. Today they were both brown. I slipped on my boots and dried my hair, before putting my scarf on and my beanie. I grabbed my iPod and walked out