A Story I'm Writing..

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I went back inside, and got ready. I didn't even bother to get online or anything. I didn't want to ruin this.
At two fifty, I went outside, and saw Phil. He was already ready. He always was. He had on some really baggy jeans, a black t-shirt that said 'P.I.S.S' on it, and his awesome red skater shoes. His hair was messy, and that's how I liked it. He knew that.
He looked pretty good, I'll admit it. I thought I looked good too.
I had on some dark jeans, a tight white t-shirt and a bunch of bracelets with my black skater shoes. My hair was shiny and crimped. He liked it that way.
I walked up to him delicatley.
"Hey. Ready?" He asked.
"Yup!"
We walked. We always walked when we went somewhere. He didn't have his car yet, and I didn't even have my permit. Plus, we were the right distance away from everywhere.
As soon as we got there, we automatically went to the picture booth.
We sat on the stools, and made funny faces, smile faces, and the last picture, he was kissing my cheek.
The pictures came out of the slot, and we took a look at them. Cute, I thought!
We played games, and rode rides for three and a half hours. We were loaded of sugar from cotton candy, sodas, candy, chocolate and nachos. He even won me a teddy bear!
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So we left, as we were extremley tired.
On the way home, I clenched my new teddy bear and told Phil thanks for a super fun night.
"No problem! I love hanging out with you. This was really fun..." He said, and smiled at me.
I just smiled, and burried my face into my teddy bear. When I took it out, we stopped. Well we were right by our houses, but something weird was going on. I sensed it.
"What's up?" Phul asked.
"I don't know..something's not right." I said, walkign slowly onto my front porch. Phil tagged along behind me.
I tried to open the door. Locked. I knocked.
A big crash of glass went down. I hopped back, and tried to open it again. I heard Ozzy barking, but no people voices. Nothing but shattering glass, and barking.
I pounded the door, and Phil was already lifting my garage door up. When it was, we both bolted inside, and burst through the door.
"Ozzy!" I screamed. He was still barking. Another glass shattered. I tried to find it, and Phil helped me.
I saw my mom. She was breaking dishes, vases, cups..anything glass she could find. Her feet were raw with bloode. I ran to her.
"Mom! What are you doing!? Oh my god!" The floot was covered in glass. My shoes crunched it.
"Leave me be, Kacy!" She said, not looking up at me. Another dish broke.
"No! What the hell is wrong?" I said, pulling my arms around her. She came with me without a fight, tears swelled in her eyes.
"Mom...what's wrong?" I asked, sitting her down in a kitchen chair. Phil had some warm towels for her feet. I placed her feet in them, and hugged her. Where was dad?

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I looked around at all the glass as mother poured her tears onto her hands. She hugged me tight, and tried to breathe.
"Mom..mom..Shhh, it's okay. Shhh..." I talked to her softly. I knew how emotional she was.
"No. No, Kacy it's not okay." She managed to say. I could tell she was choking on tears when she tried to talk.
I just held her, and thanked Phil. He nodded, rubbed my back and left.
After around ten minutes of hugging, crying and shushing, she began to calm. She wasn't crying as hard as before now, and she could talk.
"Mom. What's going on?" I asked.
"Your father.." She coughed, and spat up drainage onto the table.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"Don't be sorry mom. Just tell me...?"
"Your father...well he...he left today while you were out." She began to bawl again.
What? Leave? Just like that...?
I had let Ozzy outside, but he was scratching to come in. The scratches, tears, and shushings created a sort of music. I thought about it.
"What? What do you mean he left?"

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Ky and Rio