.•**•.Chapter 1.•**•. •Tiana• I bent down to pick up the smooth stone from the river bank. It was glassy in appearance and felt exactly like I expected it to be-perfect and without blemish. Kind of what I wished my life was like. Although, those wishes had never come true for me. I had always longed for the kind of life the cheerleaders and football players had. They could go out and not have to worry about whether or not their parents would still be alive when they drove up the driveway. In my life, it was a game of Chance. Like in Monopoly were you pick up the card hoping to earn instead of loose money. Although, in my life, you never earned. Just lost. I tossed the stone downstream and watched the ripples rush out from under the stone. I had always loved when something normally so misshapen and ugly could make such a beautiful response. I watched until the ripples stopped, and I walked on. Taking in the scenery around me one last time, I turned and headed back up the hill. -Eli- "Dad!" I whispered/yelled at the deadbeat who called himself my father. I was trying to he as quiet as possible so I wouldn't disturb my sleeping little sister, Angel. "Get out of my house!" he screamed. "You good for nothing, rotten-brained-" I startled him into silence by sitting down on the couch. "No," I said with a deadly calm voice. "You know as well as I do that I'm the only one who can actually make some money in this family. You know as well as I do that I'm the only one bringing in money to support Angel. So why don't you get off your sorry a** and go find a job." With that said, I walked outside leaving my dad to gape like a fish. I yanked on my helmet and jumped on my bike. Speeding off into the distance sure helps with the stress of my family problems. Leave a comment below!
.•**•.Chapter 2.•**•. •Tiana• As I walked down the old dirt road back up to my house, I realized the car was gone. 'That could be a good or a bad sign,' I thought. Who knows what they have been up to. It was pretty much a hit or miss with them. I knew it's horrible, but I really don't want them to be home. I just wanted the house to myself. My hand gripped on the handle, I heard a crash and a low-pitched moan. 'Well,' I thought, 'here goes nothing." With that, I braced myself and open the door. -Eli- Feeling the wind whip through your hair, worked wonders on your mind. The only thing you can really focus on is driving and the how it's nasty when a giant, juicy bug smashes against your face. About thirty minutes into my ride, I finally reached my destination. I pulled up to a rough, beat up, old barn. The red and brown paint were pealing to reveal termite-infested wood. I park my bike and head on inside. I KNOW! late upload. And its really short! Sorry, my Bff came over and I didn't have time. So leave a comment below what do y'all think? Fifth person to give me a real comment gets a cheap gift!! upload sometime thursday. Follow me!