Dad's Home

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Dad’s home
The house slowly rumbled as the garage door opened and I started to think to myself “ Dad’s home.” So, I casually walked up the stairs of our secluded home in the middle woods. As I reached the top of the steps, I heard the beep of a very annoying alarm system. “Hey dad!” I muttered nerveously, thinking that he was going to get after me again about something being wrong with the way something looks inside the house.
Unexpectedly my dad said, “Hey chief. How are you?” the same thing that he usually says to people that he knows, but forgets their names. Trying to keep things as short as possible I said, “ I’m good, but I need to take out the trash though.” So, I bagged up the smelly trash and walked outside in what seemed a mile to put the smelly trash into an even smellier trash.
After that, I came back inside a “ dear OL’ dad,” was inspecting the entire house. “Well, you kind have been keeping up with the cleaning,” he told me as he tilted his head to the side to look out the window into the woods as if something was staring back at him… it was most likely the reflection of the sun off a leaf of a tree. I replied with a quick “ yeah, I suppose.” Then slowly tried to hurry down the stairs to return to what I was doing before he came home, which was nothing.
Just as I approached the third step he gestured a quick “ leaving so soon?” Thinking on my toes I said, “ I have quite a bit of homework I had to do and I was planning on going out later tonight so, I was going to do it so I won’t have to think about it later.”
I got downstairs and lay on my bed. Just as I started to get comfortable he yelled “ Court!” I said to myself “ aw…here we go again.” I quickly bolted up the stairs as if I was that comic character, Flash; just to see him about ten feet away from the phone that was sitting on a chair. “ Can you hand me the phone?” he said. As much as I wanted to...