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don’t know what’s happening Khiara, but I don’t like it! They keep mentioning you and I think she’s jealous of you or something, but I don’t really know, I can’t make out what they’re saying because of all the people here. My tummy really hurts and my house is a mess because they smashed so much in their fight! Please come! I will never force you to come to a party ever again, and I’ll make sure you’re okay with the spiked drink situation, check your pupils and stuff….”
    I sigh again, “Alright, I’ll be there in…fifteen minutes.”
    She moans and I hear yelling in the background. “What? But baaaaaaaabe, I need you here noooow! Can I get somebody to pick you up? I don’t wanna make you bus it here!”
    The very small amount of busses we have in Serene Falls stopped running an hour ago. I tell her as much. “Oh! I’ll call a cab m’kay? Where are you? This whole town is an hour long drive from the beginning to the end, so you can’t be far.” She hiccups or possibly wretches, to accentuate her sentence.
     
    By the time the cab comes I’m exhausted and only slightly entertained that it’s the same cab driver as before- we only have a few cab drivers in Serene Falls, so it was a one in four possibility; fun fact, the taxi station and the police station share the same building, that’s how small this stupid town is.
    I am not looking forward to going back to the party, but when I get to Cara’s place, it seems as though everybody has left. Thanks Vicky and Damien, for having a turbulent relationship.
    “Thank God you’re here! Help me clean up Kiki, oh please. I need it. You can take my car home afterward, I swear!” Cara pleads.
    So, I help her with all of the smashed vases, a broken bust of her great grandfather, food strewn everywhere, dirty glasses and more. Cara hands me her car keys and plops onto the sofa in her huge bedroom.
    “I don’t know why you just don’t stay here. What is it with you and sleepovers anyway? You never liked them, even as a kid.” She says lazily chewing a piece of gum and braiding her cat Missus Pussy Pants’ fur. I feel sorry for her cat, the poor thing is treated like a doll, and it’s named Missus Pussy Pants (all capitals), which I know if that were my name, I’d want to die.
    Also, Missus Pussy Pants is a guy.
    “Night Cara, see you on Sunday.” I say as I get up from her couch, startling the poor cat.
    “Yeah, good night Kiki, you’re the best. I mean it. Now get over here Missus Pussy Pants, I’m almost done!” The cat voices his discontent, but Cara ignores it.
    I walk out the door and close it just after the cat runs out the room.
    “Missus Pussy Pants you bitch!” Slurs Cara.
     
    I decided to take her bike instead of her car, since I’m not so sure what happened in the car while I was at Cael’s, but when I opened the door it smelled like sex and vomit, so I’m pretty sure Cara lent her car to people as a spare room.
     
    When I get home, I’m so tired I can hardly stand. I almost don’t even notice my parents’ cars in the driveway, as I head towards the garage.
    “I’m home!” I yell as I walk in.
    “In here, Honey!” yells Dad from the living room. I guess Mom’s still out. My father has dark grey hair and big green eyes, and my mother is of Native-American descent, but she was adopted and doesn’t know her actual tribal background, though she’s always had a suspicion that it’s Cree.
    “Hey! Is Mom still at work?” I ask, knowing it’s a yes.
    He gives me an awkward one armed hug and sighs, “Yes.” And then as if sensing my disappointment, he says, “I know we’re always gone Khiara, but you’re very independent. You can take care of yourself, whereas we need to be out at all times of the day and night for work. You’re old enough to understand aren’t you? We work hard so we can put you through school and so that you can get yourself nice things, because you deserve them so very much, ma belle.”
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