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Part 4
When I finally got home, I heard the TV on in the living room.
“Hey, dad.” I called. “Hey, darlin’.
Matt got pizza for dinner. It’s in the
fridge.” he called back. Matt is my big brother.
He’s seventeen, and he’s barely ever home
nowadays. God only knows where the hell he is. He
used to be my best friend, but now, I never really see him. He
haven’t hung out in forever. He started acting like
that about a year ago, when my parents split up. Every time mom
invites us to her apartment across town, he never goes. And,
well, I don’t blame him. Most the time I don’t wanna
go either, but dad makes me. Plus I don’t want her to
feel bad.
I
took out the pizza box in the fridge and placed it on the
counter, opening it. Half of a pepperoni pizza looked back
at me. Swallowing over the lump in my throat, I picked up a
slice and tried not to think about how Sam’s family always
sat together to eat dinner. Not bothering to heat it up, I took
out a paper plate and slapped the pizza on it. I grabbed a Kool
Aid from the fridge and nudging the door it closed with my foot I
took my plate and drink.
I
went to the living room, which was only lit by the TV, and
which my dad was watching football on. I sat on my favorite
recliner and began eating my cold pizza. “Who’s
winning?” I asked. “Steelers.” He answered
distractively. I watched the game for a while, polishing off my
pizza and Kool Aid.
thanks to anyone who was reading,
but i think i'll stop writing it.
:/
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skittelgal810 · 1 decade ago
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plzz dont stop! it's great!