Just Wanted To Be Loved

She didn't do anything to me when I got inside. So I ran upstairs and jump onto my bed. I fell in to a deep sleep and for once I didn't dream about Max, well not completely. I don't even remember what it was about. The next day I woke up to the smell of pancakes. This couldn't be Mother. She never makes pancakes, I think she doesn't even know how to. I got dress but not in my normal clothes. It was like a billion dagrees outside so I put on my black pants (that were not tight but tight), my favorite band shirt (Yellowcard is the best), and my favorite band hoodie. Everyone says I should were black eyeliner but I'm not that gay where I were girls makeup. I walked downstairs into the kitchion and there was a girl that I have never seen before her voice was a nice, clam, and not mother's voice. She said

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead." I loved how her voice was so clam and easy to my ears.

"Good afternoon. I have to school now." I was about to run but she grabbed my arm.

"I already called them. I wanted to spend time with you." I looked her in the eyes. She had this thing like I knew her from somewhere.

"Where is Mother?"

She giggle a little. "*Sigh* Mark I'm your sister. Don't you remember?"

"K......Ke...Kelly is it really you?" I knew she would like how moives do it when people are gone for a while so I did it that way.

She pulled me into a hug. "Yeah it's me." I couuldn't believe it though. Why did she come back from Daddy. I rather live Daddy then live with Mother and I rather not of meet everyone I have.

"Why did you come back kelly?" I said still hugging her.