(Mikayla's point of view)
I sighed as my stomach growled. I was hungry, but I didn't want to go down and face my mom. Sighing again I push myself off my bed and walk slowly down the stairs. I follow the smell of chicken once fully down the red carpeted steps. Stepping though the archway I see a woman around my mom's age, with blonde hair and green eyes. Along with two boys around my age both with brown hair and the same green eyes as the woman.
As soon as Matt saw me he broke out in a wide grin. That grin didn't go unnoticed by anyone they soon followed his gaze and saw me. Richard smiled when he saw me, everyone did except my mom who was looking grim. Probably because I wasn't wearing that dress she tried to make me wear. I smiled politely, walking over to Richard, who had gotten out of his own seat to pull out a chair for me.
"Thank you." I say, sitting down across from the two boys, who's names I haven't learned yet.
"Julie, this is my daughter Mikayla." My mom said to the woman.
"Mikayla, this is Julie and her two sons Luke and Danny." Mom introduced us.
"Luke." Said the boy, closest to my mom.
"Danny." Said the other boy, next to Luke.
"Hello." I say politely, smiling at all of them.
For the next couple of hours we sat and talked about our lives except for me no one needed to know about my life I was only there for two weeks.
"So Mikayla, Where do you live?" Julie asked me, taking a sip of her water.
"With my dad on an island." I said in a small whisper, afraid of what my mom might start.
Because we all know mom hates where I live and that I don't want to live with her, but to my surprise she just sat there and ate.
Julie, Luke, and Danny left an hour after the chocolate cake was served. Mom smiled till she shut the door and turned to me.
"Young lady, I told you to wear that dress!" She said angrily.
"And I told you I wasn't going to WEAR THAT STUPID DRESS!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, turning red in the face.
"Rene, if Mikayla didn't want to wear the dress-" Richard tried to calm her down, but was cut short.
"I'm going to bed. Night!" I yelled, then ran up the steps slamming my door and busting out in tears.
Why do we fight so much, I asked myself, pulling my knees close to my chest.
Even more tears spilled out, yet I didn't wipe them away like I usually do. Sometimes you just need a good cry. I need that and one more thing… My boyfriend. Pushing my self off the bed I fell onto my bed and fell asleep with my clothes on, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.
Sorry! But with school, writers' block and thinking that no one was reading I haven't had time to update. I'll try to update soon though.