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Looking out into the endless sky up above, I wonder if there is a greater force out there looking down me. I’m not talking about God, I’m talking about someone just like us, and alien perhaps. It sounds silly, but I’ve always felt something, or someone, watching me, guiding me through the treacherous waters of life. The idea comforts me in an incomprehensible way. But then again, that could just be my extensive imagination.
I walk downstairs to the dining room for dinner. I brush away my dark hair as it falls on my eyes, and
take a seat. An ordinary night, my dad rambling on about politics, my baby brother spitting out any
vegetables in sight, and my older sister gobbling down steak for protein. The only thing different
about tonight is my mom not here because she’s visiting her sister in Switzerland, or at least that’s
what my dad says. I have a strong suspicion that my mom’s not here because of what happened
two nights ago.
take a seat. An ordinary night, my dad rambling on about politics, my baby brother spitting out any
vegetables in sight, and my older sister gobbling down steak for protein. The only thing different
about tonight is my mom not here because she’s visiting her sister in Switzerland, or at least that’s
what my dad says. I have a strong suspicion that my mom’s not here because of what happened
two nights ago.
There's not much to it, just another day of them arguing over some trivial matter. But they can't
divorce because their relationship is public, you see, my dad's the president of the U.S. I know, it's a
lot to take in. Them breaking up would lead to bad press and generally a lot more drama and
gossip than necessary. So, my siblings and I have to take on the burden of keeping their secret. And
That's not the only secret. Since I have inside access, I know all of it. Like how my dad plans to slowly
take control of all the countries in the world and put it under his submission. My dad tells me that he
only wants to do this to help poorer countries and give them basic needs like food and water. It sounds
nice, but I know my dad. He's always had an affinity for chaos. I can tell that he's purpously
going to mess this up so much that war will be the only option left. I don't quite understand any of
it, but it definetly does not sound ideal. My mom hates all of this as well, but my older sister, Emeline,
seems to be on my dad's side. She always working out with my dad, it's a little creepy. My baby
brother, Mason, just wants his milk and animal crackers. Sometimes I wish I was him, with no care in
the world. But knowing all that I do, it's kind of impossible to not be apart of any of it.
divorce because their relationship is public, you see, my dad's the president of the U.S. I know, it's a
lot to take in. Them breaking up would lead to bad press and generally a lot more drama and
gossip than necessary. So, my siblings and I have to take on the burden of keeping their secret. And
That's not the only secret. Since I have inside access, I know all of it. Like how my dad plans to slowly
take control of all the countries in the world and put it under his submission. My dad tells me that he
only wants to do this to help poorer countries and give them basic needs like food and water. It sounds
nice, but I know my dad. He's always had an affinity for chaos. I can tell that he's purpously
going to mess this up so much that war will be the only option left. I don't quite understand any of
it, but it definetly does not sound ideal. My mom hates all of this as well, but my older sister, Emeline,
seems to be on my dad's side. She always working out with my dad, it's a little creepy. My baby
brother, Mason, just wants his milk and animal crackers. Sometimes I wish I was him, with no care in
the world. But knowing all that I do, it's kind of impossible to not be apart of any of it.
I sigh. Maybe if I could just float off into the worlds above, life wouldn’t be so difficult. But then
I remember that I am here for reason, I may not quite know it yet, but I am. What would be
the point of living if there wasn’t? Oh whatever, I’ll stop with this rant now.
I remember that I am here for reason, I may not quite know it yet, but I am. What would be
the point of living if there wasn’t? Oh whatever, I’ll stop with this rant now.
I pass over the noodles to my dad, and he scoops a quart of it in his plate.
“I have an early morning meeting on your first of school, so the chauffeur will drive you.”
My dad says. I roll my eyes, “When do you not have an ‘early morning meeting?’”
My dad says. I roll my eyes, “When do you not have an ‘early morning meeting?’”
My dad laughs and shrugs it off,
“Teenagers, am I right? Always talking back to their parents.”
I glare down at my plate so nobody can see my watering eyes. I know crying over something
like this is pretty embarrassing for a fourteen-year-old, but I can’t help it. I’m an emotional person.
My sister pulls up her phone as I rub my eyes. What a life.
like this is pretty embarrassing for a fourteen-year-old, but I can’t help it. I’m an emotional person.
My sister pulls up her phone as I rub my eyes. What a life.
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