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When I woke up I could already hear my parents arguing about something and I couldn't wait to get out of the house.

Once I was inside the shower, when I could peacefully think I couldn't get Jungkook off my mind and I cant believe I still didn't tell Elle about what happened. Its not like I don't want to tell. I really want to tell her but I cant think of a way to bring It up to her.

Grabbing my bag from the chair I ran down. I was going straight to the door when I my dad called me,

"Meghan, come and sit down."

I was actually so shocked that I couldn't believe my ears. My parents and I have never, I meant NEVER sit down and have a proper decent conversation. Still carrying my bag on the shoulder I went to the kitchen and found my parents having their breakfast. Not wanting to make a scene early in the morning I sat down quietly and waited for them to speak up. I could sense something was wrong but I cant pinpoint to what exactly is wrong as I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything wrong.

"Do you have a boyfriend?", my mom asked bluntly and I was taken back.

I just casually said, "No", well because that's the truth.

"Then who was the one who dropped you on the day we came home?", she added looking directly at me while eating her ham slice.

How the hell they know I got a lift?. They weren't there when I came home even. I started shaking my head and before I could even say anything, my dad interrupted,

"look we don't care if you are dating or not, but I don't want to hear from neighbors that a handsome looking guy dropped you home from a motorbike."

Neighbours? My thoughts were overloaded. I'm pretty sure its my next door neighbor, Mrs. Finger. She's a divorcee and have nothing better to do than snooping around and gossiping. That old hag. She's gonna get a piece from my brain the next time I see her.

My dads voice brought me back to reality,

"those people think that we don't care about what you are doing and that we don't advice you about certain things..", my dad added and I finally lost it. Why did I even think that I'll be able to have a decent conversation? My parents and I are complete opposites. They only care about work and I'm practically non-existent to them. Almost all the time I feel like I'm this adopted child they don't want anymore. I mean I don't believe they are my birth parents because for them I'm no one. Well unless some stupid neighbor reminds them they have a child.

Before my dad could say anything more, I stood up taking my bag and looked them in the eye and said,

"well they were speaking the truth weren't they? When did you guys even care about me? You don't even know if I'm dead or alive most of the time", before storming out of the house.

I didn't wait for Ellen and I almost got hit by a car trying to cross the road. I didn't know if I was going the right way even. My mind was in a complete mess and I just wanted to hide somewhere and cry.

And I thought the day couldn't get any worse.