Embarrassed by the one I love.

NAME: Story.
AGE: Eighteen.
OCCUPATION: Full-time student at a night school.
PAST: Comes out later.
MOTHER’S NAME: Gracie.
FATHER’S NAME: Harold.
LOOKS: Pictures in the results of the quiz in this catagory. Pick who you like.
BEST FRIEND: Brook Neli Booker.
BOYFRIEND: Martin Booker, Brook’s brother. He’syour ex.
“Look, have we any other choice? I know you don’t like this idea, but I can’t think of any other way. Your father’s passing has really dragged us under. We’re practically floating in debt, and what else can we do?” my mother asked me, practically in tears.
I couldn’t help it. It was so horrible! My father just passed away last week. I had no problem with that. But he left us swimming in debts. We had to pay for his funeral. He had told us he had taken out insurance for himself, and, yet, he never had. He just lied. And now because of his mistake, we were paying for it all. And now my mother had just gotten it into his head that in order to stay afloat, we needed to take in a boarder. Oh, God, why now? I was in the worst state of mind.
My boyfriend, whom I had been insanely in love with, had just dumped me. My father died, though I was grateful for that. He wasn’t much of a . . . father. My best friend was telling all sorts of lies about me . . . there was just too much going on. I could not handle being stuck in a house with a guy I didn’t know.
Oh, yah, it was a guy. My mother had already put an add in the papers, and has already chosen someone to stay with us. I suppose I wouldn’t have a problem with it, but there were certain things I didn’t like about this whole thing. One; he’d be upstairs with me, right beside my room. And my room had no door. Two; he was male. Supposedly almost twenty. Two years older than I am. Three; I’ve never met him before. He just moved here from some place in Japan. I don’t mind that Japan part, but I mind the part about never meeting him. That’s the part that really sucks.
Oh. Did I mention that he had a year old daughter? He had apparently just gotten divorced and needed to get out of Japan.
So he sounded just like the perfect guy to have here. Nineteen years old. Already divorced. Has a daughter. I’ve never met him. He’s from Japan. Perfect.
Oh. Did I fail to mention not only all that, but that he’s coming the day after tomorrow? Interesting, right? This will be fun. I had two days, including today, to get ready. He’ll be arriving at six in the morning! I don’t get up until about four in the afternoon. I have night school, instead of day school, so I sleep all day. I get up at four, eat, have fun. At nine, I go to school. I get home at seven, take a shower, and go to bed. So I won’t even be here when he gets here. It’s eight at night, which meant I needed to get to school. Grumbling, I grabbed my backpack and stormed out the door.
My dog barked at me. I stopped for a moment to hug him, then got into my truck and sped off.

Sorry it’s so short! Bye!