It's Kind of a habit • n.p - Discontinued

Wrong order ~ 17

I picked up my phone and placed it on the kitchen table.

I was currently facetiming Nate because he was 'bored.'

"So when are you going to see the rest of the band."

"Tommorow uh.. I think 4 in the afternoon." He mumbled.

He had his music on full volume. I would mind but he has a good taste of music so it's all good.

I grabbed a can of lemonade from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table.

I sighed realising something.

"I'm going to Santa Clarita, with my Dad 'cause he's going for some sort of meeting."

"So, why do you have to go." He mumbled focusing his attention to something else, probably his video game.

"'Cause Moms with some fashion designer working and my dad doesn't trust me."

Why doesn't he trust me. I mean I wouldn't do anything bad.

It's not like I was going to throw a party, that's not my style.

"Good luck." He smiled sarcastically.

"Yeh, Yeh bye Nate." I rolled my eyes ending the call.

We had a half day at school because of a talent show.

Yep.

Nate and Drew were going to tryout but they didn't have time because of how they were going to meet their new band tomorrow.

"Brooke! Are you ready." My dad shouted as I heard him jingle the keys.

I huffed.

I picked up my backpack of the floor that held a few things such as my charger, headphones, speaker and hoodie.

I slung it against my back and walked out the kitchen to the front door,dragging my feet.

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"Please, don't do that." I said slightly annoyed.

My dad couldn't stop singing the whole time in the car.

I had around 5 more minutes of this before freedom.

I scrolled through snapchat looking through random stories.

"Do what? " My dad asked innocently.

"You know, sing." I rolled my eyes.

He ignored me and carried on singing 'Sorry by Justin Beiber. '

Oh how I hate that song.

We pulled up at a grill restaurant.

I had only been to 3 restaurants since I came to America.

"You should of told me that we were going to a restaurant." I said opening the car door.

My dad got out and locked the car behind us.

We walked inside the restaurant.

"Why?"

"Because. I just ate."

Earlier, before I spoke to Nate, I had a grilled cheese sandwich.

Something new that I love may I add.

I sighed as my dad nodded towards a waiter who guided us towards a table.

The man my dad told me about wasn't here yet.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket and scrolled through twitter. Yeh, I'm a social media addict.

Surprise!