Being be can be painful for a while
Devil: I'm still not going to write the story
Dusk: of course not u dumbass. You don't even know what that tiger was for
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Time went past until 7am.
Amy woke up finding herself in her father's room. She saw her backpack at the corner of the wall. At first she didn't know why it was doing there. Then she remembered that her father was dead.
Amy's POV
He can't be dead. He can't be dead. I ran out of the room past the living room and kitchen and stopped at the lab door. My heart was pounding. I don't want to go to an orphanage if he's dead. I really don't.
I opened the door. There, still the body was lying. There is no way that he will be alive. Especially I didn't even call the ambulance to see if he could be still alive or rescued.
Tears were trying to come out of my eyes. But no, they can't. They shouldn't. I don't want every little thing to happen and cry myself out. I plan to leave no matter what.
RING!!!
RING!!!
It's the phone. Wow…. Like I care. It's probably just my dad's boss. I mean my dad is never late for work. Maybe close but not late. I picked up the phone.
WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T YOU COME TO WORK YET TOMOE?!?, screamed the boss.
I spoke in a sweet voice," sir, my daddy is sick."
"Well, can I speak to him please?"
"No because he lost his voice." I lied.
"Okay thanks then. Bye. "
"Bye"
k…. that was close. I mean I could have just screamed my lungs out on my daddy's boss. But that wouldn't be proper, would it? And that would give away that I'm "home alone".
And send me to an orphanage.
I quickly took all the money that was in the house. The money in the kitchen, my dad's wallet, everywhere so I could survive at least a few days without people knowing that my name was Amy Tomoe.