I was in my room reading Hunger Games for the millionth time when a whole bunch of commotion happened outside my room. It's probably Queenie training for I don't know what or them bickering about where they're going for school. I roll my eyes and try to continue to read. Ten minutes later, I hear a familiar voice. Uncle Tom's here. I would normally go out just to say hi, but I don't feel like it. I don't like being around him when he's drunk, and it sounds like it. Three reasons it's never good when Uncle Tom's drunk:
a.) Sometimes it gets a little R rated between him and Aunt Rogue, especially when he's been gone a while.
b.) Violence plays a role in there somewhere if you tick him off, even if all you did was give him too many peas on his plate. (Trust me, I have experience in that, didn't talk to him for two weeks and had a black eye. I covered it though, I didn't want Aunt to see)
c.) I'm young, and it kind of scares me when he goes in one of his drunk fits.
I roll my eyes again and take out my journal.
Uncle Tom just got here, yay...not. I really miss dad though. Why couldn't he come instead?
I cock my head at the sound of another, more mysterious voice. Might be one of those boys that the girls invite all the time. Then claims it's for studying. Feeling like I need to show off, I pull on my best pair of combat training boots over my black leggings and slip on a tight green shirt. My training outfit. I'll go out there and pretend not to see him, then ask Queenie to train. He'll see how much an eleven year old can pack a punch. It might just scare him away, that's always a plus. Then I don't have to deal with all the drama of who gets who.
I walk outside, expecting to see a hot wizard between all my sisters and cousins, but something better is revealed. My daddy.
"DADDY!" I jump in his arms, forgetting about training.
"This is a pleasant surprise! I haven't seen you in ages!" He replies I smile and pull my head off of his shoulder.
"You've been good?" He asks, looking over at Queenie for a split second. I laugh. I heard her beating Tom up.
"Yes, she wasn't bad either 'till Uncle Tom got here." I giggle for the first time in months. Mom's been sort of depressed, taking care of us pretty much herself, and I feel bad cause Zoe had to pick up most of the chores. Aunt Rogue is too distracted by Uncle Tom to even notice Dad's existence.