Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny With a Chance.
Dead
When I received the news, I didn't know what to do.
When my mother called me, I didn't think her bad news would be that bad.
My dad.
I sat in my dressing room and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so much like my father. Brunette hair, fair skin, and big, brown eyes. I choked, grabbed a hairbrush, and threw it at the mirror, shattering it to a million pieces.
It was at that moment that it hit me.
My father was dead.
I buried my face in my hands, wishing I was at home where my mother could wrap an arm around me.
So when I felt a pair of arms engulf me, I thought that my wishes came true. But, instead it was someone else.
"I don't know what's wrong, but you can just cry."
"Thank you, Chad." I whispered, feeling sure he didn't hear it.
End
A/N: Hmm...wrote this while listening to Phil Collins...o_o