The Dancer

NIC P. O. V

It's been three days. I can't take it anymore. Sorry I know she's been trough shit. But she can keep herself cooped up like this.

She won't leave the house. Keep stringing out all these lies about things she has to do. I'm hurt she thinks I'm stupid enough to believe her.

She won't coming to the supermarket with me. She won't even come to the mall with me! Nope she's either on the couch or in her bed. And 72 hours of a very difficult 17 year old is too much. I'm only just 18 and I can't take it anymore.

I know she's upset about the whole thing! And I don't blame her! Not one bit. But she can't shut her self out and pretend she doesn't care because I know she does.

"Up and shoes on!" I shout as I pull my coat on.
I don't hear any movement so I grab my pumas. Then I grab her coat and nikes.

"hello earth to Scarlett?"
"Oh where you talking to me? "
"no I was telling Georgie to put his shoes on! Yes I was talking to you!!!"
"Right.." She says not taking her eyes of the screen, she's watching cartoons." Sorry what did you say?"

I grab the remote of the table and turn off the tv.
I go to turn around with a smug look plastered on my face, the tv bursts into life.
so I actually turn around with a scowl plastered on my face.
she's laying there smiling slightly with the second remote in her hand, eyes re-fixed on the television.

WHY THE HELL DO WE HAVE TWO REMOTES!

Notes

Hi,

sorry it's been so long since the last update.
my email account was being a bitch and not letting me log in.

So sorry about that! Hope you like this chapter. :)!cxxx