(A/N: Hey guys my computer has broken down and I am now using my school computer to update, so I hope you guys enjoy!)
My alarm beeped loud and I really had to get a softer one. As I stepped out of bed there was aloud creak. I groaned. This damn house my so old that floor boards would creak. But, for some reason they creaked louder in my room than in all of the other parts of the house. My dad really need to get this house fixed. I walked quickly across the room to my closet and grabbed my uniform for school. When I made it out of my room and had the door closed my dad showed up behind me. I jumped a little bit.
"Could you walk any louder?" He said rubbing his temple then his eyes.
"Sorry Dad, it's this house" I said. His expression changed and I could see in his eyes that he really disliked my comment.
"Please don't dis this house, I know it's old but me and your mother love it" I smiled softly. If my mother and father loved it so would I. I groaned and looked down at the floor. I stood taller than my father so at times he had to look up at me to talk to me. I sorta intimated him because I was taller and when we would fight it normally ended with him being glared at by his 5'11 sixteen year old daughter. My heart sorta felt bad when he would get over shadowed by Dom, Chris, or Tom. For what it's worth he survives and just goes on about his normal duties ignoring the fact that he is shorter than my mother, his three best friends, and so forth. I smiled and opened the bathroom door.
After I was showered and in my school uniform, I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen where my dad had pulled out the milk and a bowl. He just stared at the cereal like it was going to pour itself into the bowl. I shook my head, I didn't know what my mother saw in him. She loved him a lot and I respected her for that but, I never really got why he acted like he was paranoid of every little thing. I moved one of the stools in front of the marble island out. He jumped and turned around quickly.
"Don't sneak up on me like that, you almost gave me a heart attack." He said with his chest flexing when he breathed heavily. I shook my head. From what my mother told me, she had never really met his family. What Wikipedia told me is that he had strange upbringing. His mother was really into the supernatural world and that he was really interested in conspiracy theories. One night I had ventured out into the hallway and I had swore that he was talking to himself. My father scared me. "Em, are you ok?" He asked looking at me. I nodded and grabbed my purse.
"Well I must be getting to school, bye dad" I said kissing his cheek. He smiled sweetly.
When I made it the private school I went to, the boys would always whistle. Because, A.) I was famous, B.) I had money, and C.) I pretty I think. They were just stupid Italian boys that's all.