I drive to Aizlynn's street. I can't remember which humongous mansion is her's, so I just wait at the end of the road.
Me: Im here
Azzy: OK WILL DO
Azzy: SORRY CAPS ON
Azzy: OMG WHY???
Azzy: I HOPE I CAN FIX THIS
Azzy: THIS IS BAD
Azzy: AND ANNOYING
Azzy: OH MY GOOOOOD
Azzy: UGH
Azzy: WHY WOULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME!
Me: Aizlynn
Azzy: WHAT
Me: get ur ass out here
Azzy: IT'S YOUR NOT UR!!! SPELL CORECTLY!
Me: check ur spelling bro
She walks out of her house ten minutes later.
Azzy: WHERE ARE YOU?
Me: pullin up
Azzy: OKAY THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH
I drive up beside her, and Aizlynn jumps in. Then stuffs a backpack, a bag, a purse, a blanket, a pillow, and a water bottle onto the back seats.
"Geez, kid."
"Well, sorry," Aizlynn answers sarcastically. "I'm prepared."
"I can tell."
I pull into a driveway a good ten seconds later. My dad's house isn't actually that far from her's.
"You can stay in here." I step out of my truck.
"No, I wanna come with you."
"Uh, you sure? This is my dad's house."
"Yeah, so?"
Apparently she's never seen his house nor his lifestyle. Well, you can't stop a girl.
I open the door, and step inside. The overwhelming odour of liquor floods onto me. My dad is sitting on the couch with a can of beer, watching his baseball game.
"Hey," I mumble. "My friend's here."
He doesn't respond.
I glance over at Aizlynn who's barely made it through the door. I motion for her to follow me upstairs. Once we swim through all of the empty beer bottles, I lead her into my room, and shut the door. The window is always open, except if it's snowing or raining. And it's the only clean room in the entire house. I've got a single bed in the corner, and a small dresser. That's about all it can fit.
"So, ask away."
"What?" She looks confused.
"You must have questions. Why do you live here? You never told me your dad was a drunk bastard. Why doesn't he pay attention to you? Does he care? Is this why Bill and Marjorie adopted you?"
"Oh, I'm just-"
"Aizlynn, seriously." I sit on the far corner of my bed, and lean against the wall. "You're not the first person to wonder. I'll give you five answers. To any question. No matter how personal."
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Teen Fiction"No, I have a game," he states. Oh, no. "So, I get to record you doing what I want you to, and you get to record me doing whatever you want me to do. And it has to be in the state and condition that you are in at the moment. But, if you don't want...
