I stared down at my old, well worn, copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. What would I give to meet Harry, and Ron, and Hermione? Ginny, Neville, Draco, and Blaise too...
"Grow up, Avril. It won't happen." I tell myself. I get out of my comfy chair in the school library. I decide to keep reading. Dad won't notice if I'm home late. Actually, Dad probably wouldn't notice if I moved to China for 6 months. He's always drunk. I go over to the fictional book section. Everything I read is from this section. I look longingly at some of my old favorites, like the Harry Potter series,The Chronicles of Narina, The Dragon Riders of Pern, and all the Roald Dahl books. This time, I tell myself, I'll read something I haven't read before. Okay, Avril, you can do this. Let's see... I decide to read a book called Divergent. I head back to my chair. Settling down, I open up the book and begin to read. "There is one mirror in my house..."
*1 hour later*
I sighed. I was about a quarter of the way through the book, and I had already fallen in love with Four. I look at the watch on my wrist. Oh my god! It's that late? I pack up my bag, then sign out Divergent so I can continue reading at home. I pull the the hood on my sweatshirt over my head as I head out into the rain. I walk to the corner, and then turn into an alleyway. I walk about halfway down the alley, before stopping at a random bike rack. I grab my black and red bike of the rack, and start pedaling. It takes about 15 minutes on a bike to get back to my house. I biked around the back of the apartment building, and locked my back to the rack. I grabbed onto the fire escape above me, and pulled my self up onto it. I climbed up it, until I reached the 5th floor. I looked up. Yup, I was in the right place. There was a balcony directly above me. I jumped as high as I could, and grabbed onto the bars of it. I dragged myself up and over the bars. I stood on the balcony, massaging my sore wrists. Good to be home. I took a key out of my pocket, and unlocked the doors. When I went inside, it was silent. Uh oh... Now some of you might think, oh, why would that be bad? Maybe her dad is just taking a nap. Let me tell you something. My dad has never, not once in the entire 17 years that I've been alive, taken a nap. EVER. I am suddenly very grateful for all the boxing lessons I took. I turn the corner into the room. Crapcakes. On the coffee table in the center of the room, is a note. Dad never leaves notes. Come to think of it, WHERE'S MY DAD? Address the note first, Avril. I walk to the table and pick up the note.
Dear Avril,
This is your Dad. I have gone away, and you'll probably never see me again. Don't come looking for me. This is for your own safety. I know I said that when you get old enough, I'll tell you who your mother is. But I can't right know. I have something you need to know. I am not your real father. Your real father, who's name I can't say, left you to me. I know I wasn't the best parent. But I loved you dearly. Always remember that.
Love, Dad
My father isn't my father? Who is my real father then? And who is my mom? My dad actually loves me? I can't handle this right now. I need sleep. I head to my room, and change into PJs. Okay, it's time to sleep.