Back Where We Started From
Daliahs back, Back Again, For the Win
Codeine was bouncing on the couch while my phone rang. I got up and answered the phone saying, “Hello? This is Alyssa speaking here.”
“Hi honey. Is it okay if your sister goes live with you? Keith doesn’t want her here anymore and I don’t either.”
“Keith? Who the fuck is Keith? And I can’t believe her own MOTHER doesn’t want her living in her own house? That’s fucking pitiful... Just send her on the plane. I’ll pick her up. And do it TODAY.”
My mom began to stutter and I hung up the phone. My half sister was going to be here after ten years of not seeing her. This was going to be interesting.
After all, my half sister is random and does Nazi salutes at people. –No offense meant people! I’m sorry if it was offending, but I didn’t mean it! I promise!!-
My mom texted me, “She’ll be there in 4 hours.”
We all fucked around for three hours and twenty minutes at least, and then I left to go pick up another person from the airport.
My fifteen year old sister Daliah came running up to me saying, “Sissy! I can’t believe you came! I thought you’d leave me at the airport like Mom did!”
“Daliah, you know I wouldn’t do that!! Now come on, you little squirt.” She did have her luggage ready, thank you.
She pulled out her Creative Zen touch screen.
She plugged it into the car –she always does- and put it on. It played through the car playing Brokencyde’s Radio. It was currently playing Booty Call by Brokencyde.
“I remember showing this song to my penpal, he ended up saying, “I can’t believe you listen to this, you sound like the type of girl to listen to country music or something” and I responded, “Well people aren’t always as they seem ;)” She said.
“Well who’s your pen pal?”
“I don’t know, he never told me his name. He said ‘I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.’ And I all did was laugh at him and said, ‘Of course, smarty ;)”
We talked about her penpal and she said, “Well, he told me he had black hair and had blue eyes.”
“Really? That’s interesting. I’m sure I’d love to meet him, as would Kelsie.”
“Kelsie’s living with us?!”
“Yes, she sure is, kid.”
“Hey! Don’t call me kid, kid!” She said, smiling and laughing.
“Sure, kid.” I said. WE both burst out laughing.
This is what we lived for, being able to be rude to each other and laugh about it.
Why? We are family members. We have that ability to do mean things and laugh about it.
And we’re awesome, so yeah.
I began to head bang to Alchemy Sounded Good at Time by Alesena.
(Thank you for the idea Randa)
My sister laughed and I stopped, not realizing what I was doing at all.
‘Why’d you stop?”
“I don’t want to crash.” I said laughing.
Soon, Out Ronique came on, and I jammed to it.
I looked at my sister and said, “Damn girl, better not let Kelsie or the boys listen to what you listen to.” She smirked and winked.
We soon got home and I introduced her to my friends. My friends being the band members, Codeine and Morphine, and Kelsie.
She had on a long sleeve black shirt and a white lace cami on underneath it. She also had faded blue shorts and a studded belt on. –Change, she is the lowest cup in a C cup- and knee high converse on.
She was a brunette with the loveliest green eyes also.
If she sent a picture to her pen pal, he’d fall in love with her instantly. She has the personality for it too. She’s not innocent, but she’s not rebellious.
Fear me dear, for I am Death,
I'll take your hope, your dreams, your love,
Till there's nothing left.
I whispered in her ear:
You better fear me dear, for I am Death.
And I'll take that shit you call a life,
In a single fucking breath
I'll take your hope.
I'll take your fucking dreams.
I'll take your love.
I'll take everything you fucking bitch.
I'll steal the diamonds from your eyes.
I'll turn your promises into lies.
I'll steal the diamonds from your eyes.
I'll turn your promises into lies.
began to play as Daliah looked through her bags for her phone. She found it and answered it and said, "Hallo? This is Daliah speaking."
Her conversation went on a bit then stopped, she grinned and hung up the phone and looked at me and said, "Where's my room?"
“Hi honey. Is it okay if your sister goes live with you? Keith doesn’t want her here anymore and I don’t either.”
“Keith? Who the fuck is Keith? And I can’t believe her own MOTHER doesn’t want her living in her own house? That’s fucking pitiful... Just send her on the plane. I’ll pick her up. And do it TODAY.”
My mom began to stutter and I hung up the phone. My half sister was going to be here after ten years of not seeing her. This was going to be interesting.
After all, my half sister is random and does Nazi salutes at people. –No offense meant people! I’m sorry if it was offending, but I didn’t mean it! I promise!!-
My mom texted me, “She’ll be there in 4 hours.”
We all fucked around for three hours and twenty minutes at least, and then I left to go pick up another person from the airport.
My fifteen year old sister Daliah came running up to me saying, “Sissy! I can’t believe you came! I thought you’d leave me at the airport like Mom did!”
“Daliah, you know I wouldn’t do that!! Now come on, you little squirt.” She did have her luggage ready, thank you.
She pulled out her Creative Zen touch screen.
She plugged it into the car –she always does- and put it on. It played through the car playing Brokencyde’s Radio. It was currently playing Booty Call by Brokencyde.
“I remember showing this song to my penpal, he ended up saying, “I can’t believe you listen to this, you sound like the type of girl to listen to country music or something” and I responded, “Well people aren’t always as they seem ;)” She said.
“Well who’s your pen pal?”
“I don’t know, he never told me his name. He said ‘I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.’ And I all did was laugh at him and said, ‘Of course, smarty ;)”
We talked about her penpal and she said, “Well, he told me he had black hair and had blue eyes.”
“Really? That’s interesting. I’m sure I’d love to meet him, as would Kelsie.”
“Kelsie’s living with us?!”
“Yes, she sure is, kid.”
“Hey! Don’t call me kid, kid!” She said, smiling and laughing.
“Sure, kid.” I said. WE both burst out laughing.
This is what we lived for, being able to be rude to each other and laugh about it.
Why? We are family members. We have that ability to do mean things and laugh about it.
And we’re awesome, so yeah.
I began to head bang to Alchemy Sounded Good at Time by Alesena.
(Thank you for the idea Randa)
My sister laughed and I stopped, not realizing what I was doing at all.
‘Why’d you stop?”
“I don’t want to crash.” I said laughing.
Soon, Out Ronique came on, and I jammed to it.
I looked at my sister and said, “Damn girl, better not let Kelsie or the boys listen to what you listen to.” She smirked and winked.
We soon got home and I introduced her to my friends. My friends being the band members, Codeine and Morphine, and Kelsie.
She had on a long sleeve black shirt and a white lace cami on underneath it. She also had faded blue shorts and a studded belt on. –Change, she is the lowest cup in a C cup- and knee high converse on.
She was a brunette with the loveliest green eyes also.
If she sent a picture to her pen pal, he’d fall in love with her instantly. She has the personality for it too. She’s not innocent, but she’s not rebellious.
Fear me dear, for I am Death,
I'll take your hope, your dreams, your love,
Till there's nothing left.
I whispered in her ear:
You better fear me dear, for I am Death.
And I'll take that shit you call a life,
In a single fucking breath
I'll take your hope.
I'll take your fucking dreams.
I'll take your love.
I'll take everything you fucking bitch.
I'll steal the diamonds from your eyes.
I'll turn your promises into lies.
I'll steal the diamonds from your eyes.
I'll turn your promises into lies.
began to play as Daliah looked through her bags for her phone. She found it and answered it and said, "Hallo? This is Daliah speaking."
Her conversation went on a bit then stopped, she grinned and hung up the phone and looked at me and said, "Where's my room?"
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