--- It was the day before our graduation fieldtrip. No more school ever. I couldn't afford collage and I all ready knew I'd own the family "business" after dad retired.
The "business" was the place to be. My future looked great. This was it. I was ecstatic.
My phone vibrated. It was an instant message from Sierra reading, "Hey you packed yet?"
"Damn, I forgot to pack." I said out loud neglecting Sierra's text. Sierra's dad is in the business as well. He joined after his wife was murdered. Ever since, Sierra and I became close acquaintances. We had something in common so we watched each others backs.
I remembered that I needed to pack. I should probably get to that I thought. I grabbed a suitcase out of my closet and I began to grab my makeup, toiletries, an excessive variety of clothes, and some shoes. I put my Ipod in the wall charger so it won't die. Then I grabbed my phone and put it in it's charger as well. I picked out a purse that matched every outfit, then began to stuff it with everything my suitcase refused to hold. After about one solid hour of packing I was satisfied. I laid on my bed a little restless now, after packing.
"Nomie!" my step mom called.
Ugh, I hate that squeaky voice, it could only belong to the world's most vile being. My father even disliked her, he wished ever so much to do away with her for good, but he needed her now.
She was the reason my dad's "business" was still up and running. Oh I should mention.. My dad is sort of like the anti-FBI. In a lighter sense he is more like a cold blood killer, and he is my role model. Don't get me wrong. He doesn't kill just any random person he sees nor do I, in fact I've never killed anyone. He kills people who have done him wrong, and all the people that helped them cause him pain. He was not very well liked, but I understood him. He did everything for a reason. He never listened to the laws. He ran from the FBI and now we are here in Florida on the run. We have been here for two years, and our business traveled any where and every where we went.
"Nomie! Jesus you little brat I called you like ten minutes ago!" Stepmother called.
"Shut-up you little twit I'm coming." I said in reply. I got off my bed and walked to the door, opening it then I walked past her. She was furious. I scoffed, and said "Nice face." looking back at her. Her eyebrows were all scrunched and her eyes were closed, her whole face was contoured.
She stuttered, and said, "W-w-ell jump off a cliff."
" After you." I replied laughing so hard I thought I was about to pee my pants.
This made her infuriated, and she stormed off. FAIL. I thought.
I walked down stairs to eat dinner, assuming that's what stepmother Crystal annoyed me over.
**After dinner i stumbled to bed and drifted into sleep.
My alarm clock rang playing the ending of a Miley Cyrus song.
Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa
"Goooood morning radio listeners it's five thirty in the morning and we are up in the city preparing for our first radio session broadcasting on televis-"
My hand flew to the radio's off button and smashed it. Great way to begin my morning, listening to this crap song, I mentally thought.
I pushed the covers of my warm body, and began my way to the shower.
Finally, life will get interesting.
I walked to my bathroom and noticed the door was closed-locked and the light was on.
"Dad is that you, hurry up and get out!" I screamed frustrated I will be delayed now.
To my surprise step mother called, "I'm not dad, and for a rebuttal to your second statement, I will take my time to get out- I'm just on the pre-rinse!"
Shit, of course it would be her.
I thought for a moment finally coming up with a nice idea.
"Ok!" a mischievous smile spread over my face.
I could tell she was confused at my politeness because she failed to reply.
I crept into dad's room and let him in on my little plan.
He laughed and walked to the half bathroom downstairs, and I walked to the kitchen.