I changed this from a oneshot to a twoshot. Possibly more. I was trying to write another story, but this came to me.
I have never met my dad. It's not like a care, though.
I've seen pictures of him, of course. Not from mom, though, Lola and Nicole. From those I can tell I don't really look like him. My eyes are green, but a different shade. Mine are a yellowish-grayish green. His are dark green - like leaves on trees.
His hair is curly and dark brown. Mine is blonde and stick straight.
I don't look much like my mom either. She is a blond, but hers is almost bleach blond, while mine is dark blond. She has brown eyes.
I have fantasized meeting my father millions of times. Most of my day dreams are based on stories Lola, Nicole, and Michael have told me. Dana or Logan may have told me some, but I probably wasn't listening. Nothing either of them say is important, right? I think so.
Once Lola told me about the time she dressed up like a boy to trick my dad and Logan. Mom had a lot to do with that. Nicole said that the two of them were always instant messaging during classes. They really love each other. Or loved. I'm not sure which.
Lola and Nicole told me that they were always together. Sometimes pulling little pranks on each other. My dad was crazy about her, once he dug of a time capsule to see if she liked him (although she chickened out at the last moment). He cheated to get a date with he (that also failed in the end, so I've been told). Would you do that for someone? I probably wouldn't.
I don't really know what my dad is like. All I know is his name and what he looks like. The stories I've been told are pretty biased. Ask Nicole to tell you one story, and then ask Dana to tell you the same one. Completely different point of views.
So anyway I really wish I could get to meet him. I once heard he grew up in Wisconsin. Maybe I'll go up there someday and look all over for him. But maybe he changed his name and fled the country… wait! What am I talking about! He doesn't even know me. He doesn't know the littlest thing about me. Oh, I'm so confused and I'm talking to myself. Great.
Maybe I am mad at him. Maybe I'm mad at mom. No, I'm mad at myself. I wish I wasn't alive. I know I'll regret that later, but I'm sticking with it now.
I wish I had a normal family. But what is that now a days? Only a handful of people I know have their parents together.
I just wish that I was one of those people. With all my heart I do. I just wish.
