Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Life of a Sixteen Year Old ❯ Who Knows ( Chapter 1 )

“The Secret Life of A Sixteen Year Old”

 

            ; `And so dairy, why does it bug me so much that my parents left me here in this house to fend for myself and expect me to do nothing while they go off on some dream cruise for say what? A freaking month! If you ask me, I think I should have been able to stay at a friend's house or something but nooooo! “You will be in school! I don't need you to be loli-gagging and skip school with those horrid people you hang with.”

Ugh, with a double side Oh My God! What gives the damn right to call my friend's horrid? And it goes to show that they do not trust me one single bit. Sometimes I wonder if anything out of this world will just appear and take me away- Or something in that matter.' 

            ; With the last word written down in the spiral notebook, Ashton sighed heavily and threw the notebook under her bed mattress and stood up to give a long stretch and stumbled out of room, occasionally tripping over some school books and her PS2 that had the melody of the Kingdom Hearts Two beginning screen play running.

It was just five minutes past two o' clock in the morning and she could not get back to sleep.  So much was running through her mind. But her lack of sleep wouldn't be much of a problem since it was Saturday.  

She walked into the kitchen, scratched her hair into different directions and yawning as well. 

Ashton stood there biting her lip scanning over the sink that was already full after just three days of being home alone. After what seemed like her own personal argument inside her head, she went to washing the dishes but flipped on her iHome that was hidden behind a bunch of mail.  The soft bellow of the guitar seeped through the speakers and Blowsight's song, “Over the Surface”, began to play.  

Ashton softly hummed along with the lyrics, occasionally singing some of the chorus.  

            ; Suds and water were flowing over the edge of the counter top as she struggled to wash a dish that had food that refused to wash off. Ashton's temper was rising and she was beginning to smack the dish to the inside of the sink, only wishing that it would just fall off and she could move on to the other dishes.  

“ARGH! Just wash off already!” She began to scream at the dish and slamming it harder against the countertop.

A loud thump at the door made her smash the dish with too much force—

A shatter sharply rung in her ears as the clinking of shattered pieces of the plate fell to the floor.  

“Son of A-,” She began to say before another knock rasped on her front door. Ashton quickly grabbed a dish towel and gripped it tightly as blood began to slip through the numerous cuts she got from the plate and headed for the door. 

~(*o*~) other side of the door (~*o*)~

            ; “What if they're not home?” A boy in a worried tone asked as he thumped his knuckles against the wooden door. 

            ; “Stop being such a worry-wart,” the one to the right placed his hands behind his head a leisure type way, “Plus, don't you hear that noise inside? Obviously someone is home.” 

            ; “Just knock again.” The boy to the left rolled his eyes and knocked the door instead. 

            ; “I was gonna knock it if you give me a second.” The first boy mumbled.           < /div>