My first week in Arus, huh?
What a trip that was. I wonder what the future has in store? Well, this week I finally start up with school again, and so far, I don't think it will be as stressful as this week was. I still can't wrap my head around this whole gang business. It's like it just came out of the blue. And thanks to my luck, it became active right when I moved here. Thanks, whoever's out there.
Thank goodness I have Lotor. Heh. . .
But—
I still need to clear things up with William. Sometimes I really wonder, am I ready for love, or should I just settle with a best friend? That question is becoming more and more apparent to me. Now more than ever. Then, I also have to clear things up with Lance and everything is still a mess!
Damnit.
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You waited a while after coming home from Lotor's place, for your parents to get home. Of course, the whole wait made you anxious but thankfully, it wasn't long. You're father was first to come home, which relieved you tremendously. You had seen his car drive towards the house from out the corner of your eye.
"Hey, dad." You said when he had walked through the door. You had been waiting on the couch in the living room that whole time, watching your favorite show on demand. You turned around to see him, and. . .he didn't look good. He looked disheveled and tired. He had bags under his eyes and his work clothes looked a mess.
"Are you okay?" You asked, the concern in your voice growing, along with your heart rate.
"I'm fine, just a rough day at work—where's your mother." He waved off your concern with an easygoing excuse, then walked towards the kitchen. You turned around to grab the remote to the tv and turn it off. Then you proceeded to the kitchen to follow up with your dad's question.
"At her interview. . .I guess it's taking longer than expected." You say with a shrug of your shoulders. But your father didn't seem to accept that answer.
"No, she would've been home by now. Has she tried to call you recently or anything?" The concern in your father's voice was rising, and so was your anxiousness. What if something bad happened? You think and began to worry yourself.
"N-no, no she hasn't." You answered shakily. Quickly, after hearing your answer, your father pulled out his cell and called your mom.
"C'mon! Pick up." Your father harshly whispered into the phone, worryingly.
"Dad, I-I'm sure she's fine." You say with a bit of doubt in the back of your voice. He cut your eyes at you and nodded but still continued on with calling her. She never answered the call.
Both of you were growing exceedingly worried.
"C'mon, were going." Your dad proclaimed.
"Going? Going where?!" You asked, very confused with the whole situation.
"To the place your mother was going for the interview. Now stop talking, and let's go!" He demanded of you, but it was all warranted. He was worried for his spouse, and the mother to his child. But then there was a knock at the door.
You froze, finding it all to convenient that a knock would be at your door during this time. It couldn't be good, it just couldn't! You stared at the door wide eyed, not saying anything. Your father did nothing either. There was another knock.
