So before you read I have to thank my beta lilythesilly she's amazing. Okay you can read now.
Day 1 – 87 more to go…
88 days. That's how many days of summer there are this year. That's how many days I'll be spending with my father. That's how many days I'll have to make the most of a shitty situation. It's not that I hate my father, I love him but I just don't know anyone in Albuquerque, New Mexico and the town seems pretty boring. My mother is the reason this whole thing came about –going to my fathers – she thinks things will be like last summer if I stay here. But last summer wasn't all that bad; I had one hell of a time. I hung out with Alexis, Piper and Monique and we painted the town red, literally. We spent the night in a cell for doing it too. Plus it's not like she really ever gave me a curfew, so I think coming home at eight in the morning isn't that bad.
She thinks I party too much, but I only went to twelve raves so I think she should be grateful since I was invited to about thirty. She went a little far when she tried to take my license away, I only drove up and down the east coast to go to Warped 2009 and I think that meeting bands beats staying home and reading a stupid book. But I'm not that much of a wild child, I get straight A's and I only smoked weed twice…okay five times but I stopped since I get a horrible headache afterward. Really the only bad thing I do often is get drunk and hopefully good ol' dad has a great liquor cabinet.
I don't want to be on this plane leaving New York and going to this boring town for 87 more days. I swear my mother put me on the first flight she could after school let out, a red eye at that! She knows I hate waking up early and yet here I am on a plane with a bunch of old people going to business meetings and whatever the hell they do in their spare time. Most of them are probably cheating on their wives with tramps they found on a phone service. Seriously all of the politicians are freaks, and they have their in the closet stuff too. Speaking of closets the guy in 7H is so gay; it's obvious I mean…it just is trust me. I feel bad for his wife…I hope she's messing with the pool guy at this very moment.
I have a feeling you don't like me already, you've probably seen me on Google with my horrible profile and stoned pictures. I was literally stoned when they were taken, well most of them.
But I mean, a lot of people already think I'm horrible because my mom is this big time lawyer and I'm supposed to be this little good girl. Wrong. They also think that since I go to a private school I'll be innocent; they wish. Call me a rebel, hoe, bitch, anything in the book, either way once I'm eighteen I'm out of here and I'm going to live my life without worrying about my parents trying to control me. You've probably seen my sex video too, but we weren't doing anything wrong, it was just oral so…I'm not stupid enough to let a guy record me giving him a good time. I mean I make grown men scream like little girls.
"Attention passengers we are preparing to land at Albuquerque International Airport. It is 10:30 am. The weather is sunny at wonderful 91 degrees so have your sun screen and sunglasses. When we land wait for the seat belt sign to flash before standing in the aircraft. We here at American hope you enjoy your stay in Albuquerque." The pilot said as I looked out the window at the land. I groaned, having the feeling that this summer was going to suck, and I'll most likely sit around and knit with old ladies. I could get a great tan, that'd be a plus.
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As soon as I got off the plane I walked into the first bathroom I saw. I set my carry on near the sink and put my purse on the counter. I looked in the mirror taking my hair out of my high pony tail. I fluffed it with my hands posing as I looked at myself and smirked, rummaging in my bag for my makeup pouch. I pulled out my liquid liner and applied a nice straight line and wing to each eye. I looked in the mirror checking my work and twisted the cap of the liner back on before looking for my lip plumper and applied it to my lips. Next I grabbed my hoop earrings from one of the pockets in my purse and put them on fixing my hair around them.
I looked at my outfit and frowned with how innocent it looked. I rolled up the bottom of my shorts making them at least four inches up my thigh. I pulled my tank top down showing the sides of my bra and scrunched the bottom so my belly ring showed. Rolling up the arms for my jean shirt I looked in the mirror somewhat satisfied. I zipped my makeup pouch placing it back in my purse before grabbing my sunglasses and putting my bag on my shoulder. I looked in the mirror once more and put my sunglasses strutting out of the bathroom in my heels.
When I got to the pick up area I had a handful of numbers, some from guys who could be my father though I wouldn't call any of them unless I got bored. I pulled my suitcases over to a bench and sat down and crossed my legs pulling my phone out, updating my twitter with a picture of me waiting for my dad.
"I was hoping this wasn't you," I looked up to see my dad standing there with a disappointed look on his face as he looked over my outfit.
"Well if you're so unhappy to see me, I'm sure you could book me a flight back home tonight. That would make me happy," I said standing up looking at my dads blue eyes as he sighed.
"Gabriella –"he started to say before sighing grabbing one of my bags and saying "Let's get to the car." He said before walking towards his car leaving me to watch him. I rolled my grabbing my purse and lugged the rest of my suitcases to the car.
When I reached my dad he silently grabbed my luggage and put it in the back seat before going to the driver's side. I got into the passenger seat slouching in my seat, knowing this was going to be a long summer.
"Put your seat belt on," My dad – David said sitting there without starting the car.
"What am I five?" I looked at him and snorted.
"No, but it's against the law not to have it on, and I don't think today is your day to die." I looked at him a moment before sighing and turning to pull my seat belt on. Once it clicked in I looked up at him and said sarcastically.
"Happy?"
"Very," he responded with before starting the car and pulling out of the airport.
I sighed reaching in my purse for my iTouch and put my headphones in turning on Brick By Burning Brick by Paramore as loud as I could and leaned my head against the window.
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"Your room is upstairs second door on the left." David said, going back outside to get the rest of my bags.
Pulling my sunglasses from my face I looked around the two story house that I haven't been in since I was nine. My parents were never married, and my father didn't know I existed until I was six months old. Mom gave me her last name, Montez instead of giving me Jones, which was my father's last name. They tried to date, but we never lived together. I guess you could say our family has been messed up for years. When my mom got an offer for a big job in New York for her 26th birthday my father had a choice, to follow her or stay here. It's obvious what he chose and I hated him for it but decided to stop because I had other things to do.
Walking up the staircase I glanced to my left seeing nothing but photos of me. I wonder if ever David dated and had to tell his date about his handful of a daughter who could be found on Google. I shook my head in search for my room, even though I knew where it was. I spent most of my last days of coming here hiding in it when my parents would fight about the New York thing and who would keep me and the whole arrangement. I had sworn off love that day since I knew my parents were in love, it was one of those things you could feel when you were in their presence even as a nine year old. I didn't want my heart broken like my mothers, she cried for days once we moved.
Opening the door I looked around at the yellow room and smiled as my eyes landed on my bed which looked almost exactly as it did when I last saw it, like my dad never came in here again. I smiled when I saw Panda sitting on the pillows. Panda is a stuffed bear I have that isn't a panda at all, when I was given the bear I was just learning to talk and went through a panda phase and well it kind of stuck. I smiled walking over and picked it up, looking at the stray thread hanging out, and remembering some boy's dog pulling Panda's eye out at the park one time and swallowing it. I put it down and looked around, sighing as I looked at the white furniture in the room, it seemed sort of girly. The desk had a vase on it with daisies inside. Daisies are my favorite flower, mom used to have a garden in the front and back yards and every year we would watch the flowers grown. One year she planted a batch of daisies and I fell in love with them. I turned toward the balcony in the room and walked over turning the knob though it was stuck so I had to pull hard on it to open. The yard was the same, same green grass always cut, same big tree, same bird house; the only thing that was different was there were no flowers in the back yard.
"Here are your bags," I jumped turning around to see my dad in the doorway looking past me to the backyard as if having the same thought as I did. I didn't reply, I just looked at him while he became suddenly interested in the floor.
"Well I have to go to work," He turned to leave before turning back and giving me a serious look. "Please don't get yourself into any trouble, Gabriella, it's your first day just please enjoy the weather." He looked at me a moment longer.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, glancing at the dead flower bed that went around the perimeter of the fenced yard.
I didn't turn around until I heard him leave. I flopped on my bed and went in my purse for my phone and iPod so I could listen to music and four way Alexis, Piper and Monique. When my phone wasn't there, I panicked, my heart instantly beating faster trying to wonder if I had left it somewhere. Oh, god, hopefully some creepy molester doesn't have it. I dumped my purse out on the covers and ran my hand over the mess trying to find my blackberry but it clearly wasn't there. I looked over at my suitcases and knew that neither my iPod or phone would be there, but this was a serious moment. I jumped over the bed pulling off my heels so I could do this right and bent down unzipping my first suitcase pulling shirts and bikini pieces tossing them over my shoulder as I looked through, making a mess of the place.
I screamed when I reached the bottom and nothing was there. I pushed my suitcase to the side crashing it into my desk, opening the other one. I tossed things over my shoulder and felt ready to scream and cry when they weren't there either. Standing I looked around at the mess searching for my Converse that I had brought with me. When I found them I grabbed a pair of socks and put them on before putting on my shoes. I kicked my suitcase out of the way not even noticing the sound of glass breaking in my room.
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My dad is such a loser, I mean how can I be proud to say that my dad is the manager for a local grocery store. I mean, sure he makes a lot of money but it's not what he should be doing with his life. My dad used to be a lawyer like my mother; they actually worked at the same firm for some time. Shortly after my mom and I moved the firm closed and my dad didn't even try and find a new job at another firm. He just gave up and became manager for a grocery store which to me was pretty pathetic.
I ran around the stupid town for a good 45 minutes before finally finding directions to the goddamned place. I looked around the store scanning the room of shoppers for my father, spotting him talking to a customer who was waiting for her groceries to be bagged. I pulled my shirt down before stomping over to him, "Where is hell is my phone?" I asked coming up behind him, he turned around and sighed,
"Gabriella please –"
"Where is my phone?!" I raised my voice louder making more people look our way.
"Your mother and I thought it would be best if you didn't have contact with those people you hang out with." I glared at him,
"Those are my friends! How dare you think you can keep me from talking to them! How dare you go through my bags and take my stuff!" everything in the store seemed to have stopped and everything was silent, the shoppers just gaped at us.
"Gabriella we will talk about this when I get home."
"No David we can't, since I can't guarantee I will be home when you get there." I started to turn but my father spoke,
"Gabriella you are my daughter and I will not be disrespected." I looked back at him and shook my head,
"Fuck you," I spat before turning and storming away, feeling everyone's eyes on me. As I headed for the exit I bumped into this guy,
"Move!" I yelled glaring at his blue eyes for a moment brushing past him as his friend said 'she could give Sharpay a run for her money'
Ugh, I hate it here! I want to leave and never come back. I want to run to the bus station with the money in my bra and just hightail it out of here. Maybe I could go to Vegas or something, I'm sure I could get a job dancing or whatever.
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So the getaway plan didn't work out as planned since I realized that I didn't have time to walk somewhere and I didn't feel like hot wiring some old ladies car. I went back home and pushed everything off my bed and just went to sleep figuring that once I rested I'd be ready for anything. Though I didn't think everything would include my dad grounding me. I don't think he has the right to do something like that; he also doesn't have the right to force me to get a job for the summer to keep me busy. After what I did at the store I'm sure no one will want to hire me, besides me and jobs don't get along since most are no fun. Want to know how David told me that I was grounded and needed to find a job? Well he simply just put the local classifieds on my bed and wrote on the front page,
Gabriella, you're grounded; no you can't leave unless accompanied by myself or someone I trust. Also you must get a job so I know where you are for certain hours of the day. No more discussion. Your mother and I think it's a great idea, 2:1
Who the hell does he think he is? I don't want a job or to be grounded to this fucking town. This is going to be the most painful summer of my life since I've already been through a shitload of shit and it's only one in the afternoon!
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xoxo Zoe