Ashley walked home to her large house from school. All the lights were on and she knew everyone was home.
"Damn," she said under her breath.
She hesitantly opened the door, and walked through. She could hear the T.V. from one direction and sounds of instant messenging in the other. She walked farther towards the kitchen and heard sizzling which meant they were cooking dinner.
"Hey Mom," Ashley said as she walked through the door.
She found her father nowhere and let out and inward sigh.
"Hi Honey," her mom looked up from the pan she was stirring in, "How was school?"
"It was fine," Ashley answered.
She sat down on a stool that sat down by a large counter near the stove, they had a formal dining area, but that was rarely used.
"Where's dad?" Ashley asked, picking up a carrot and placing it in her mouth.
She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, "Oh who knows where he is, he told me he would be home by four thirty today, but you know him."
"Yeah i definitely know him," she said under her breath, then talked to her mother louder, "I'll go do my homework."
She stood up and went up the stairs to her room.
It seemed like hours had gone by until she heard the slamming door, and the echo of a deep voice in their large house.
She heard the harsh tone from her room, and no doubt a slur, he waws drunk again.
"Hey, how was school?" Loralei asked as Rory came slouching in from the front door.
"Fine," Rory said glumly.
"Sweetie what's wrong?" Loralei came rushing over to her daughter's side.
"Nothing," Rory looked sweetly down at her hands.
"Something's wrong, this isn't the usual Rory talk i get when you come home from school, what happened," Loralei knew her daughter well.
"It's nothing Mom," Rory has never kept a secret from her mother, until now.
"Alright," Loralei backed off a little to give her some space.
"I'm gonna go do my homework," Rory said.
She layed down on her bed. She knew she couldn't tell her mom about this problem, it was about herself, finding herself. Rory knew that Ashley was a great person, and she knew they hit it off quickly, but she couldn't help wanting to hate the girl. She was actually competition for just about every aspect of Rory's life. She was pretty, smart, witty, and even athletic. And already Tristan was all over her. And she couldn't help it but realize that was the worst part. Did she have feelings for Tristan?
"Damn," she said under her breath.
She hesitantly opened the door, and walked through. She could hear the T.V. from one direction and sounds of instant messenging in the other. She walked farther towards the kitchen and heard sizzling which meant they were cooking dinner.
"Hey Mom," Ashley said as she walked through the door.
She found her father nowhere and let out and inward sigh.
"Hi Honey," her mom looked up from the pan she was stirring in, "How was school?"
"It was fine," Ashley answered.
She sat down on a stool that sat down by a large counter near the stove, they had a formal dining area, but that was rarely used.
"Where's dad?" Ashley asked, picking up a carrot and placing it in her mouth.
She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, "Oh who knows where he is, he told me he would be home by four thirty today, but you know him."
"Yeah i definitely know him," she said under her breath, then talked to her mother louder, "I'll go do my homework."
She stood up and went up the stairs to her room.
It seemed like hours had gone by until she heard the slamming door, and the echo of a deep voice in their large house.
She heard the harsh tone from her room, and no doubt a slur, he waws drunk again.
"Hey, how was school?" Loralei asked as Rory came slouching in from the front door.
"Fine," Rory said glumly.
"Sweetie what's wrong?" Loralei came rushing over to her daughter's side.
"Nothing," Rory looked sweetly down at her hands.
"Something's wrong, this isn't the usual Rory talk i get when you come home from school, what happened," Loralei knew her daughter well.
"It's nothing Mom," Rory has never kept a secret from her mother, until now.
"Alright," Loralei backed off a little to give her some space.
"I'm gonna go do my homework," Rory said.
She layed down on her bed. She knew she couldn't tell her mom about this problem, it was about herself, finding herself. Rory knew that Ashley was a great person, and she knew they hit it off quickly, but she couldn't help wanting to hate the girl. She was actually competition for just about every aspect of Rory's life. She was pretty, smart, witty, and even athletic. And already Tristan was all over her. And she couldn't help it but realize that was the worst part. Did she have feelings for Tristan?