I own nothing but the idea. I know this one is short too, I have it all
written (well not quite all) but I'm too lazy to type it. The first 3
chapters are written on 2 double sided pieces of loose leaf, so :P
Mary Jane opened her bedroom door.
"What the hell were you doing last night!? You know you had lots of stuff te do!" Her father. The million-dollar feeling was reduced to 5 cents.
"Didn't you see the note on my door?" She protested, pointing to the sticky note on her door.
"I didn't see anything! You're trash, you know that?! You can't do chores, you can't do anything! Just like your mother! Now get down there and do your chores, cause you're not going to school until you do!" He screamed, pointing to the staircase.
"No dad, I have a project due on the museum trip yesterday! I don't have time! I'll do it when I get home!" She protested, heading down to the stairs.
"You had time last night! Now get down there!!" He said, screaming again.
"No!" She said, pushing her father. He fell down the stairs.
MJ scrambled down the stairs. "Oh god! Dad!? Are you okay?" She hurried to the phone and dialled 911.
"911, emergency response," the calm voice said at the other end of the line. Mary Jane told them what had happened (minus her pushing him) and hung up the phone.
After two days of waiting at the hospital, the doctor finally approached Mary Jane. She stood up.
"I'm afraid-Ms. Watson-that your father has died of a heart attack. " He informed. MJ was in shock.
"We did the best we could-I'm sorry, Ms. Watson."
The doctor walked away.
Mary Jane opened her bedroom door.
"What the hell were you doing last night!? You know you had lots of stuff te do!" Her father. The million-dollar feeling was reduced to 5 cents.
"Didn't you see the note on my door?" She protested, pointing to the sticky note on her door.
"I didn't see anything! You're trash, you know that?! You can't do chores, you can't do anything! Just like your mother! Now get down there and do your chores, cause you're not going to school until you do!" He screamed, pointing to the staircase.
"No dad, I have a project due on the museum trip yesterday! I don't have time! I'll do it when I get home!" She protested, heading down to the stairs.
"You had time last night! Now get down there!!" He said, screaming again.
"No!" She said, pushing her father. He fell down the stairs.
MJ scrambled down the stairs. "Oh god! Dad!? Are you okay?" She hurried to the phone and dialled 911.
"911, emergency response," the calm voice said at the other end of the line. Mary Jane told them what had happened (minus her pushing him) and hung up the phone.
After two days of waiting at the hospital, the doctor finally approached Mary Jane. She stood up.
"I'm afraid-Ms. Watson-that your father has died of a heart attack. " He informed. MJ was in shock.
"We did the best we could-I'm sorry, Ms. Watson."
The doctor walked away.
