10

I wake up at six the next morning. School doesn't start until nine. I get out of bed and walk into my bathroom. I take a shower and shave. When I step out of the shower I wrap a purple towel around my body.

I walk into my room and pull on a pair of light wash bootcut jeans. I slip on my Converse and a black t-shirt. I grab my brush and brush my hair, untangling all the knots. That is the bad thing about my hair. It gets knotted so easily. It is way too long.

I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. The clock says that it is seven thirty. Ugh. I grab a bowl and pour some Corn flakes into it. I eat quickly, rinsing my bowl out in the sink when I am done. I decide that I had better wake up Dad.

He is lying on his bed face down. His hair is knotted. I laugh out loud, he looks so funny. I poke him in the side.

"Dad. Time to get up."

"No," he mumbles. I roll my eyes and hop onto the bed. Then I start jumping. It always works.

"Dad. Get up. Come on. You are going to be late for your concert." He jerks upright. Then he glares at me. I am laughing hysterically.

"That was not funny."

"I thought it was." He makes a face and points to the door. I walk out into the hallway and wait for him. There are six bedrooms total. One for me, Dad, Tom and Eva, Gustav, Georg, and just an extra. Just in case the guys are out late and don't want to drive home.

Finally Dad walks out of his room. He is holding his black hair down with a cap. He has on jeans and a band T-shirt with a pair of black sneakers.

"So. I am thinking about cutting my hair," I say.

"Why? I like your hair."

"I just want to do something new. And I already know that I can pull off all the things that you've done with your hair, seeing as we look the same. Not to mention dreadlocks."

"What were you thinking about doing?"

"Maybe a bob. With side bangs. I don't know. Something edgy." Dad shakes his head.

"Not a bob. Anything but a bob."

"You're right. Bob's are ugly. Maybe something like Rihanna's new hair. How it is short with side bangs."

"I still think you should keep your hair the way it is. Maybe get bangs that go across your forehead, but make them kind of choppy and not one solid bang. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah. Kind of like Miley Cyrus' bangs on the cover of Seventeen Magazine. Don't like her, but like her hair. I'll do it." Dad smiles. I would do anything Dad told me to.

"Cool. Now let's get you to school. I don't want you to be late. Your mother would be even more mad at me."

The day finally ends. All I heard all day was that Tokio Hotel was back in town. I expect I am to be pelted with questions when I get on the bus. I avoided people all day, but I can't avoid them on the ride home. Great.

I get on the bus and take the seat in the back. I sit next to the window and stare out of it absently until the bus rolls forward. I look and see a girl sitting next to me. Raena is probably the bitchiest, most Tokio Hotel obsessed girl in the school. And of course she would know all about Dad being home and that I am the closest she will get to him. It is simple really. Befriend Bill Kaulitz's daughter, meet Bill Kaulitz. And possibly the entire band. Not to mention Eva Kaulitz as well.

"Hello," I say rudely. She ignores this.

"Hi! So I hear your dad is back in town. Right?"

"Yeah."

"That's cool. I bet you're happy."
"Yep."

"So when are you living with him?" Of course my mother and fathers divorce is famous so everyone knows that I alternate homes.

"This weekend."

"Cool. Maybe we could do something. Go swimming or whatever at your house."

"Sorry. Can't."

"Oh come on. You've had him your whole life. You can share with one person." Too bad it isn't that simple.

"I can't. I already have to share him with the world." The bus stops at my house and I get off before she can make any more attempts to meet Dad. This time no notes hit my back. I walk inside, prepared for the worst.