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lasses, so I'll be late, don't worry" I in
as soon as we sat in the car, I mean my overprote
ou begin to adapt to it and learn to live w
h that our father couldn't kick his bad habits. We felt mis
oves us and provides us with the pleasures that everyone desires, and Alice is d
l always regret opening up. For example, a student whom I mistook for my Bff tu
riending me, despite the fact that I had friends, 'just friends,' who
mmitting to being with me. I don't
to a stop, I snapp
He got out of the car and proceeded to the other side to
eaned in to kiss my cheek. I quickly got my b
he entryway and wa
I was 15 minutes late. Shit! After looking at my w
nose, his lips squeezed in a thin line, Weirdo! I was only 15 minutes l
ho is going to be late will be offered the pleasure of detention the next time?" He spoke in a serio
y notes and headed to the library to get
k Volkswagen, and there it was, with dad leaning on the do
ired, hugging me. His everyday hab
aiting here, gentleman?" I enquire, narrowing
cat grin on his face. I tell you, thi
ch a mess, Miss Khione?" While climbing the spir
I've made, before settling on my mother, who has her arms
lunged forward to catch me, but before that hap
his cannot be tolerated on a dai
one, I threw it on the bed, and I stare between bed and washroom in a dilemma. But the bed seems more invit
come down for dinner after you get cleaned," Mom
washroom to freshen up. After showering, when I enter the dining a
stock market thing, listening ever so carefully not to miss
m sideways. It's so comfortable, I tell you. We began chatting ab
ung age I am only interested in honesty, loyalty, determination and
y breath gets hitched in my throat as my eyes meet with d
or's
tes to know what things and character
gest anything yo
idents occured in past but I cant pleas
ed.... L