"BE AGGRESSIVE! B-E AGGRESSIVE! B-E-A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E!" we shout. BUZZ! "Another shot scored by #27, Logan Dean!" the announcer yells over the speakers. Logan saw me cheer for him and shoots me a kiss as if it's a basketball going in the hoop, like in 17 Again. "WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" The crowd roars and disturbs Logan's and my moment. Sean just scored. 10 seconds left. There is no way we can lose now.
VICTORY! We won, but like I said earlier there was no way we were going to lose. There is a party at Sean's house to celebrate the win. I heard there is one at that guy, David... David Something's house but he's weird and smart and stuff so why would I go to there? Also, Raven is going to Sean's, and I wouldn't want to be alone.
I am on my way home now. Logan is walking me :) He did such a great job today! At least 6 of the baskets were scored by him. Brrrr! It is chilly in my cheerleading uniform. Logan gives me his jacket. I love wearing his coats and stuff. They are always warm like his hugs, safe like a shelter, and smell good like clean laundry or a fresh spring day. We are almost to my house. OH NO!!! It is 2 hours past curfew! Dad is going to kill me! I can see my front porch. The light is still on. That means that he is still awake and that there is no way of sneaking in. O well. I had a good life. It was short, but never the less good. I think Logan could hear my heart thud and drop to my stomach. "You ok?" he said. "I wont be in about 30 seconds." I said. We got to the porch and he kissed me good night. I got my key out and walked in. The smell of my dad's meatloaf wafted over to me and danced on my nose. He had been cooking. That means he was really worried. "Dad?" No answer. A little louder, "Dad" I turned the corner into my kitchen. he was sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of black coffee. He didn't look at me, acknowledge that i was in the room, or even make one move. He looked paralyzed. "Do you know what time it is?" His low and scratchy voice startled me. "I'm really sorry! I was just..." "I didn't ask if you were sorry, I asked if you knew what time it is." He is really mad. "Yes sir" I respond. "Do you know what time you are supposed to be home at?" He inquires. "Yes sir" "Why are you late?" "I went to a party and lost track of time." He looks disappointed. "I don't like not knowing what your doing ma'am. If you think this is going to be a regular thing, you are deeply mistaken." His words sink into my skin like daggers. I cannot help but burst into tears. "I... I'm sorry!" He finally looks at me. "Sorry isn't good enough miss. If you don't make the effort then why should I? I'm giving up. Have fun doing whatever." I sob harder. "I'm sorry for everything! I don't want you to give up! I want my daddy! It was a mistake! I'm never going to do it ever again! I am so sorry! So so sorry!" His face softens. "Now you know what it feels like to be scared that you are losing me. Don't ever make me feel that way about you again. Now go get some sleep. You look worn out." I stop. Stop crying, stop breathing, stop thinking. Just stop. "What?" "You heard me. I'll see you in the morning. I love you." His words make me start shaking. 'I love you'. Neither one of us has said that in a very long time. "I love you too dad."
Image 1: Us cheering at the game
Image 2: Logan shooting :)
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