Life Without Dad

Chapter 2

Hi pplz. I just wanna thank neversaynever113 for editing this story! Also, since my suckish cover sucks, I'm open to some cover ideas! Thanks. :) Well, that's all I have to say...for now. This story may stink in the beginning but I promise you all that there is a twist at the end...like a pretzel kind of...twist. So yeah! Thanks for reading and ENJOY THE STORY!

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Life Without Dad- Chapter 2

I waved goodbye to Jace as he limped (my bad!) down the road towards his house. My stomach stung with guilt as I eyed his leg that walked painfully to a grumpy mother. Dad's voice rung in my ear.

"AMELIA! WHY HAVEN'T YOU DONE THE DISHES YET?"

Sigh. Why haven't you stopped telling your daughter what to do? My mouth let out a dry cough. Dad would go physco if he heard me coughing...I huddled inside my white striped robe and closed the door.

"Coming."

"AMELIA NOW."

"I said I'm comin-" Cough. Uh-oh... I closed my mouth but coughed again.

"Amelia? Are you sick?" I heard my Dad's footsteps stomping on the stairs.

"Um er no. I was beatboxing..." My Dad looked at me- concern written all over his face.

"If you were sick, you'd tell me wouldn't you?" my Dad had trust in his eyes. I couldn't lie to him.

"I don't think it's anything serious. Really. It was just a cough."

"Three."

"Whatever."

"Now go do the dishes."

"OK." I looked down and started down the stairs when Dad stopped me.

"Amelia?"

"Yeah?" I turned around.

"You know I'm doing this," he looked around, "for you right? It's for your own good."

Right. For my own good. I have to do the dishes and take out the garbage out every night. It's for my own good, Amelia. Yeah sure. And was letting your Dad pick who your friends are part of the plan? I didn't think so.

"Yeah."

"I just want you-"

" - to be a responsible woman when I grow up. I know." Not really.

"That a girl." my Dad smiled, proud to be the dad of a "responsible" young woman who did all the chores and did what she was supposed to with no questions asked. I was a slave basically. No- that was too harsh. But that didn't change the fact that I felt like one.

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My hands reached for the dish soap when my cell phone in my pocket vibrated. I shut the water off and took the gloves off as I reached for my phone.The caller ID prescribed that Zoe King was calling. I looked around the kitchen to see if my Dad was around. Coast was clear! The phone shot up to my ear.

"Zoe? HEY!" I squealed softly. "Are you out of your wheelchair yet?"

"Actually, my legs are getting tested again right now- so not yet. But by tomorrow I will definitely have 'em off!"

She sounded so happy. I was so glad to hear Zoe's voice. She hasn't been in school for a week and a half now because her leg was swollen badly.

"That's great Zo! I have, um, good news I guess."

"And what's that?"

"Someone moved back to town yesterday. He's a childhood friend of ours and he's coming to Flightside High on Tuesday." I couldn't help but smile. I held my tongue to make sure I didn't spill the awesome secret.

"Hm...Justin Bieber?" she laughed carelessly.

"Haha...he's not your childhood friend, Zo."

"Yes! He practically lives in my bedroom."

"Yup. Life-size poster."

"Yeah...anyways I have to go. You know...my legs are getting revived."

"Oh right. I'll call you later...bye!"

I hung up and slipped my cell pohone into my pocket.

"Amelia."

I jumped two feet in the air and spun around. "I...Dad...um..it was Zoe. She just wanted to tell me she was coming out of a wheelchair today. It was really quick."

I swallowed a bit too loudly.

My Dad looked disappointed. "Amelia...what did I say about distractions?" Dad looked at me expectantly.

"Um...right. Sorry Dad it won't happen again."

"I better hope not. Now get those dishes done!" he shook his head and turned around, heading for his bedroom.

I sighed and slumped to the floor. When will my life begin?

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Reading homework? Check. Mathematics homework? Check. Binders? Check. Geometry homework? Oh great. My eyes bulged and I snatched my agenda out of my backpack.

-Lang. Arts: Define vocab and write a complex sentence with each definition.

-Social Studies: Complete worksheet. (both sides) Finish essay- due Thursday.

-Science: Do milk experiment. Make observations and write what you see.

-Gym: Marking period test on Friday.

-Writing: Finish narrative writing- Due Monday.

-Math: do questions 1-20 on page 223 in textbook

Holy. Moly. 20 FREAKING QUESTIONS? Ugh...

"Amelia? Lights out. Wake up 6:20 tomorrow morning to make breakfast! Night!" Dad yelled from downstairs. Yup. No "I love you".

I raced to my desk and franticly grabbed writing utensils and flipped open to page 223 in the textbook. Shapes...lines...ANGLES!

After five minutes of pure work, I heard footsteps. God, those were getting annoying. Like a horse in a lightning storm, I shut the light, almost positive I broke it, and hopped into bed. Two seconds later, my bedroom door creaked open. It stayed open for five seconds and it closed. More footsteps DOWN the stairs.

I sprang up again and continued working. Fifteen minutes later, my eyes were drooping to the center of the earth. They spared some energy and looked at the clock. 1:23 am. Poop. It'll be HELL when I wake up at 6 freaking 20.

I crashed onto my bed and slept.

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