Miranda's Life

Sigh I see I'm still feared but maybe this Chad can help lessen the pain.

Disclaimer: See Prologue

Chapter 3

A Night of Shouts and a Morning of Doubts

After hours of practice from our somewhat snotty band director he looks at us and says "We do have some potential in this group." Every one just sits there with their eyes on our dictator that is supposed to be a band director. He looks at me with a stern look in his eyes. 'Oh great what did I mess up on now?'

He smiles saying, "Ms. Kilgalen here is a fine example of talent."

I look up at him in shock and he says "That's all for today, practice and I'll see you all in two days." Chad walks with me and asks, "Miranda don't you have a ride home?"

I sigh saying "No I can walk it's good to build up leg muscles to kick your butt tomorrow in gym."

He smiles saying "Ok but you can get a lift from me."

I shake my head a half smile at his offer. "No thanks I'll kick your butt tomorrow." I walk off in the warm evening lost in thought of the somewhat positive things that I was experiencing but then I see my dad pull in. I sigh to myself and walk in preparing to salute. My dad looked pale and he didn't even notice me not that it bothered me. I go to do the usual chores he usually assigns me to do, but oddly he stops me. He looked scared to death which is odd even for dad he usually is tougher than any steel. I cook dinner and he eats it without pointing any flaws out or anything. 'Ok where's my demanding father what happened?'

His voice sounds croaked but he says, "Miranda thank you for making dinner."

'WHOA DID HE CALL ME BY MY NAME NOT PRIVATE! WHAT'S THE DEAL HE RARELY THANKS ME FOR ANYTHING?' Without saying another word dad just walks out really spaced out and all that. This day has been really confusing. As I go upstairs I have this urge to hit something so I go into the workout room. I punch at a bag shouting "I HATE MY LIFE!" I keep working out despite the sweat running my face. I keep running as if wanting to get away from something but suddenly I clasp on the floor. There's a faint scent of blood but I pass out from exhaustion. It was quiet and my mind keeps turning over and over in confusion. I feel cold and out of touch of the world, as if I'm floating through space. I feel a soft touch I could swear my mom was holding me, and humming my favorite lullaby.

I finally wake up and to my surprise my dad was holding me in his lap. He asks, "Miranda? Are you ok?"

I look up at him with cold eyes and say, "Fine dad."

He sighs and shows me my leg that I scraped my leg pretty bad. I don't flinch at all, and my dad asks "Miranda, are you angry with me?"

I don't answer I try to get up and get my stuff for school but I fall on the floor. I groan in monotone my dad says "PRIVATE YOU'RE STAYING HOME TODAY!"

I just stay on the cold floor not responding, and just feeling the sharp pains of regret and confusion.

'Mommy please tell me you still love me.' I close my eyes and just take in the cold air, leaving my dad to worry and ponder why I was acting strange.

I hope this doesn't sound too unbelievable actually many teens can show such laps in judgment. I'm feeling a little dark these days so I suppose I reveal the inner demons of the cruel and cold Miranda Kilgalen. I hope this is a good chapter none the less. In case you didn't know the last part of the chapter is the next morning.

writer125: Thank you for you input and I hope you continue reviewing.

Starlightv: You're right about that and this is the main reason I'm doing this fic. It helps put a different perspective on people who tend to be cold and shut out the world. Hope this chapter is good.