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I fell on my butt at this discovery. Dad loved her so much that he showed his love even through his kids? That some deep chiz right there man. Wow, if I was my mom, I'd be mad as hell. Who wouldn't be? I mean, your kids' names' first initials spelled out the name of some girl he had loved with his entire heart until they thought she died. I mean, who wouldn't be pissed? Well, considering he also probably had his heart ripped out, stomped on, and shredded to pieces, you have to give him some creds to still be here.
I stumbled into my room and sat down on my bed dumbfounded. As shocking as this discovery though, I was about to pass out. I remember crawling under the covers and rolling around for a little bit, but soon I blacked out.
It was a few days after the reunion. In fact, it was my birthday. But with so much tension in the house, I didn't care to bring up the fact that my parents forgot. That morning, I walked downstairs and saw my dad drinking his coffee and eating a bowl of cereal. One thing was wrong though, very wrong. Perhaps the fact that my dad smelled like he hasn't showered for days, or that he was eating/drinking, or let's try the freaking fact that my mom was putting her luggage into the car. I think it's the last one, don't you?
"Mom!" I shout and run out the door, "What are you doing?"
"I'm spending some time at your Aunt Leslie's. Your father and I need some time apart to think over some things." She shut the door, gave my hug, a box, and a kiss on the cheek, "I'll be back before you know it." I don't think she realized it, but I heard her whisper 'hopefully' at the end. As she sped away, one word kept repeating itself over and over and over and over again in my head. I'll give you hint. Begins with a 'D' and is 7 letters. Yupp, divorce.
"Dad," I slammed my hands on the table, causing his coffee to spill, "I think I deserve an explanation." He looked up and from his pink and puffy eyes, I could tell he was as torn as I was.
"Yes. Yes you do. First off, I got in touch with Sam. Sam Manson, she is still mad, but her rent is almost up and well,"
"She's going to live here? THAT"S why Mom left?" I shouted. Dad motioned for me to lower my voice and said, "That and some arguments we've had the past couple days. Make sure your room is clean; you are going to be sharing it with, ah, what was her name? Penelope?"
"Penny," I hissed. I was just so, so angry! I closed my door and let out a yell. I jumped on my bed, but I didn't feel myself hit. Huh? I thought Why didn't I hit my bed?
When I opened my eyes, I saw why. Instead of looking at my comforter, I was staring at my room, nine feet in the air. Looking at my hands, I saw black gloves connected with a purple, headless morph suit.
"Oh crap." I exclaimed, "I have ghost powers!"