Sorrow is Always Sad, Emilia Natillia Eigen [ebook reader for laptop txt] 📗

Sorry but it’s going to be a little confusing just because this is my first story EVER!! And it’s a little short to, sorry.
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-Emilia

Chapter 1

I through down my plate and as it shattered I looked at the phone in my hand and hung up. My dad ran down the stairs and into the kitchen having heard the plate crash to the floor. “Why… didn’t… you… tell… me…” I said still shocked by the news I had just heard. “What didn’t I tell you?” he asked with a stupid face that says you’re a dump ass. Finally I found my voice. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT MOM WAS IN THE HOSTPITAL AND THAT NOW SHE’S DEAD!” I screamed at him. “Calm your emo ass down I didn’t tell you only because I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He said obviously drunk as fuck. “You hurt me by not telling me.” I mumbled and started to walk away and then I remembered my phone. I turned back around to where my phone was sitting on the counter right next to my dad. I grabbed my phone and turned quickly around before he had a chance to say anything. “Clean up this shit before I make your life fucked.” He said to me.

“My life is already fucked up what can you do to make it worse?” I screamed at my dad. “Em, don’t start with me, dammit.” My dad screamed back. I turned around grabbed my bag and my car keys and walked out the door with my dad yelling my name. Anyway my name is Emilia Cattazoli I am 17 and a senior in high school. I am always getting into trouble. Why because I am an “emotional” child. No the real reason I get into trouble is because I’m what you would call punk-emo. I was always a lot different from the time I could talk. My first word was fuck! Any who the reason I left with my keys and bag is because I was going to school. Well I have to pick up my friend Donte.

“Donte, come on! I don’t want to be late.” I yelled honking my Mercedes. “I’m coming holy shit Em, why do you always rush me.” He said locking his house door. “The only reason is because I just had a fight with my dad right before I came here. So how about you just share the cigarette.” I said as sweetly as I could. “What was the fight about this time?” he asked quietly. “I’ll tell you later but now I just want to get to school.” I said and he dropped the subject.

“Hey Donte?” I said getting his attention. “Yes Emi?” he said back. “I was wondering if He would come back today.” I looked at him. We were in the parking lot of our school now. “I don’t know but I wonder if he’s into me?” Donte said getting a funny grin on his face. “Donte, I know that he’s gay and I know that he stares at your ass during gym.” I said pushing my door open only to be greeted by Cheyenne. “EMI!” Chey screamed at me. “Yes Chey?” I asked sarcastically. “Well first of, why are you driving this gay to school when you should be driving both of us.” She said trying to hold back her laughing. Donte walked up to her and took his fingers into her sides. “Ahh!” she had a little spasm and fell to the ground. By the way He is a cousin of mine and his name is Jonathon.

“Come on you two. We are going to be late for the bell.” I said grabbing my bag and walking towards our wonderful Islesmont high school.

Publication Date: 11-26-2011

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Dedication:
This is dedicated to my dad, my brother Cameron and my little sister Cal