I seriously need to kick myself in the butt and update this fan fic more often.
What can I say? I have a life and those darn mid-terms are coming up too. Oh boy.
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Hmmm, not too bad. Seven reviews so far. I don't expect much since this story has some OC's and some people are like "ROWR!" to them. Aw well.
Well, I have nothing else to say but here's chapter three! El Yay!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or any of the songs from Rent that are used in this fic. Thank you and come again!
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7:30 pm Friday
I dragged myself into the family and shut the door. My dad's head popped out of the kitchen.
"Tough lesson hun?"
"More like my horse was being an idiot."
"Don't tell me he threw you off," said my dad with a look of horror on his face.
I shook my head as I put my helmet in the closet and kicked off my boots, "More like he was running all over the place and would not slow down."
Dad sighed with relief. "Better than having you killed."
"Windocono would not KILL ME dad. He's young and just loves to run. Anyway, what's for dinner?"
"Oh! You're gonna love it!"
I walked into the kitchen and smelled my dad making tacos. He's actually a pretty good cook; for a man.
I opened the cabinet and set the table. "I hope you don't burn the meat."
"Hey! Just because I burnt them one time doesn't mean I'm going to do it again."
"Uh huh"
I opened the fridge and grabbed some Diet Pepsi as Dad placed the tacos on the plates.
"Now, should you really drink that soda Sami," questioned Dad as he sat down with is bottle of water.
"I drink like one soda a week Dad, it's not like I drink it every day."
"Ok ok. Don't be so moody about it."
"Sorry."
"It's alright," said dad as he took a bite out of his taco. "So, how was your day at school?"
I shrugged as I ate my taco, "Pretty good for the most part. I just hate math, musicians are not suppose to do math."
Dad chuckled, "Well you have to use it for everyday life. You know for bills, credit cards and taxes."
"Yeah, Dad. I know."
"Anyway, did you hear how the Teen Titans defeated a bunch of robbers at the local bank? I heard that they had to put up a fight!"
I rolled my eyes, "Dad, they always defeat the bad guys. It's their job. You always hear on the news how they defeat bad guys. For once, I would love a change of what they talk about on the news. Like global warming or the spreading of AIDS."
"Now Sami…I'm sur-"
"No Dad, I'm serious!" I yelled as I slammed my can of diet Pepsi on the table. "The news always talks about the entertainment world. Who cares about a famous actor getting divorce or getting into a car accident? It's getting boring! They need to bring about important information into this world."
I slowly got up and walked up to my room and shut the door.
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9:30 pm
I sat on the roof of the townhouse with my violin in my lap. I stared out into the city night with my CD stereo blasting the Rent movie soundtrack.
From facing your failure,
Facing
your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie
Yes,
you live a lie tell you why you're always preaching not to be numb
When
that's how you thrive you pretend to create and observe
When
you really detach from feeling alive
Hearing the door that leads up to the roof opening, I turned my head and see my dad come out with a hoodie in hand. "I though you may be a bit cold."
I shivered a bit and nodded as he walked over and laid the hoodie on my shoulders. I looked up, "I'm sorry for what I said earlier."
Dad sat down next to me on the lawn chair, "No, It's alright. I should have known that you would say something like that. You are my daughter."
"Yeah but still. I feel kind of bad of yelling at you like that. Sorry."
He placed his arm around my back and started to rub it to comfort me a bit, "Hey. It's America; you have the right to express your opinions. You just have to be careful on how you express them."
I smiled and nodded. "I'll make sure of that."
"Now that everything's fine, I think I'll go take a snooze," he said as he slowly got up from the lawn chair. "Oh I'm getting old; my poor knee isn't what it used to be."
"You're only 42."
"That's old! Isn't it?"
I shook my head, "Not in my book. Good night."
"Good night and don't stay up too late. You may catch a chill!"
As I heard the door closed, I strummed the strings on my violin.
Or you may drown
You're
living in America
At
the end of the millennium
You're
living in America
Where
it's like the Twilight Zone
And
when you're living in America
At
the end of the millennium
You're
what you own
So
I own not a notion
I
escape and ape content
I
don't own emotion - I rent
"Damn you Mandy. You have me addicted to this soundtrack."
Whoooosh
What was that noise? No one was usually up here but me. I slowly turned my head towards the shadows by the doorway.
"Is anyone there?"
Silence. I carefully placed my violin down on the lawn chair and slowly walked over by the door way.
"Dad? Is that you? If you are trying to scare me, nice try."
I was about two feet away from the door area when all of a sudden some type of invisible force pushed me away onto the ground. My butt skidded on the ground, "Whoa! What the hell?!? Whoever you are, why did you just do that?" I yelled as I slowly got up rubbing my sore thigh.
A voice cried from the shadows. "Oh, I'm sorry! It's just that my powers and every that's goin—"
Wait a minute, I heard that voice before. What is a Teen Titan doing at my house?!
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And that's where I end it for this chapter!
BE HAPPY!
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Or not.
Till next time folks, happy reading:D
Storm90