I own Kylie, Jim, Gavin, Anita, Dr. Lutherol, The Lifsters, and any other small roles in the plot, and the plot. Don't sue.
teentitantruefriend-Yeah, I know. And if it's like your story now that may change when my own characters come in.
XX-Goth-Gal-That made me feel wuved. Thanks!
Chapter One
Tara opened the door to her house. She glanced down at where her family kept their shoes to see who was home. She saw a big pair of tennis shoes. Great, her dad was home. He should be at work. She also noticed some pumps. And Kylie was home. It just gets better and better.
"Kylie!" Tara sighed. Kylie was home, and she wasn't answering. Tara knew this meant she had ditched school, and was probably in a drunken/stoned stupor. "KYLIE!"
"Dammit Tara!" Kylie hollered. Tara turned around to see her sister clutching her head at the top of the stairs. "Godamnit! Do you to be so loud!"
"Do you have to be so Godamned dumb? Kylie, you're going to kill yourself!"
"Yeah, I am." She spun around, her short white skirt flaring out. She left to her room, probably to pass out, Tara thought grimly. She knew she didn't show it, but she was deathly worried about Kylie. They were twins. They had a bond. But Kylie spent her days drinking, smoking, and ditching school. Her vibrant green eyes were bloodshot and dull, like Tara's blue ones. Kylie was destroying herself slowly, and Tara was scared.
However, Tara didn't give a rat's ass about her dad. He could drink away his life, and probably would. It wasn't like she would lose money from his death because he wouldn't be working. Not like he did living. Tara had to make her own money for her and Kylie.
She glanced at the clock next to the stairs. It was 1:04. She could call Gav and grab another shift. More money…She needed all she could get. Or she could sleep…desisions.
She decided to go to sleep. She could call in sick tomorrow and work. Tara slowly walked to her room at the end of the hallway .She peeked in on the master bedroom. Her dad was passed out. In her room Kylie was popping aspirin at an alarming rate. Tara walked in and took away all the Advil and Tylenol. "Godamnit Tara!" her sister whined. Tara just left.
In her room she grabbed her phone. She dialed and twined the cord in her hands. "Come on Gav, pick up!"
"You've got 5 seconds."
"Gavin!"
"Tara? You should be in class! Come to think of it, I should be to. Well I have a bathroom pass, so can you make it quick?" Tara thought about why she had even called. She could have told him that she could work tomorrow after he got out of school. Tara sighed. Her head felt muddled and foggy, like a bog.
"I'm sorry. It's not urgent. I could have called after school, I'm just not thinking straight."
"Well tell me now."
"Can I work all day tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure, if you don't mind being alone. I plan on going to school, like a normal kid." Tara sighed again. He should know by now: she wasn't normal.
"I gotta call Kylie in sick anyway, and I need the dough."
"Okay. Listen, I gotta go, but I'll call you later. I wanna know why you're not in school and I am!" She grinned. "Laters."
"Laters," she replied and hung up, then collapsed for some well-deserved sleep.
Will update either tomorrow or Thursday.
Don't expect on Wednesday, I got a concert.
I do on Thursday too, but I skip school for that.
Well I doubt anyone listening gives a damn about any of that, so I'll shut up now.
TeRrA lOgAn
