The Paranormal Side

Rated T… for Teddy Bears…

A/N (10/14/12) – Updated: Made longer and added more details to flesh out the story some more.

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Chapter 1- Start of a New Day

"Dibra! Enough with this nonsense of aliens and the paranormal," my dad yells out as I sit in front of him cringing. He snatches my drawing book from me and starts flipping through it furiously. He grimaces as he looks at my crudely drawn pictures. I bow my head down even more and start to feel tears prickling in my eyes.

"But Dad-"

"No, enough is enough! Your mother wouldn't want this and I don't want you getting obsessed with the paranormal either," He yells again. He storms over to the trash can and throws my drawing book into it. I gasp and stand up.

"Dad, give me that back!" I scream with tears running all over my face. I run over to the trash can and pick up my drawing book.

"Fine. You can keep the drawing book but no more talk of the paranormal. It's insane and not real," Dad says as he walks off mumbling to himself. I hug my drawing book tightly and walk into my room.

I open my drawing book and start flipping through all the pictures I've drawn. I soon lose my tear-stricken face to the bliss of my pictures. I run my tiny hand over my latest picture and smile to myself.

I drew myself, to the best of my abilities, holding hands with an alien and wrote 'Best Friends Forever. I close my book and throw it up on my desk. I sigh, walk over to my dresser and change into my night gown.

I shuffle on over to my bed and yawn really loud. As I start to fall asleep under my covers, I think about what my dad said.

He doesn't know anything.

I wake up and slowly blink.

"That same dream again. Geeze, I was eight years old when that happened and I'm now sixteen. Brain, can't you just drop it?" I hiss to myself. I sit up and sigh heavily as I swing my legs off my bed. I get up and snatch my glasses from my nightstand.

"Dibra! Are you up? School starts in about thirty minutes! If you're late, you'll be grounded," My dad shouts upstairs. I roll my eyes, stomp loudly to open my door and shout back.

"I understand Dad," I shout as I close my door and sigh. He always has time to shout up the stairs but not enough time to come up and actually wake me up. Geeze, he's so annoying.

"Looks like I get to skip having a shower!" I think sourly. I go into my closet and grab a t-shirt and skinny jeans. I look at my t-shirt and smile proudly. My t-shirt reads ' Aliens are Among Us!" and has a cute UFO and alien. I put it on along with my skinny jeans and then turn to my mirror. My black hair is long and wild. I grab my brush and quickly rip it through my hair. After that, I throw it up into ponytail.

Looking in the mirror, I do a few funny faces then look myself over. My face is a bit scruffy from yesterday and my dark blue eyes look a bit red. Taking off my circular glasses, I quickly grab my eye drops and use them. I put my glasses back on and head on downstairs.

I stop in the bathroom real quick, do my business and wash my hands. I look over my scruffy face again, look at my watch then sigh. I have twenty-eight minutes to get to school. I guess I could wash my face.

I hurridly grab a hand-towel, some soap and start the ardous task of cleaning my face off. After a minute or two, I dry my face off, apply lotion to my face and check myself out once more.

I do look pretty sexy, If I do say so myself. Giggling at myself, I walk out of the bathroom and see my dad in the living room.

He's in his favorite black pleather recliner reading the newspaper like he does every morning. His face is speckled with stubble, his black hair looks untidy and a gross. His vivid green eyes look extremely tired and I frankly don't understand why he doesn't go to bed.

"Hey Dad…"

"Dibra, hurry up and leave already! I will ground you if you're late to school!" He spits out, obviously worn out. I sigh and glance at him. He really needs to go to bed or he'll be in a horrible mood all day.

"D-Dad, I'm gonna leave in a minute but you need to get some rest. You worked the night shift last night didn't you?"

"… I did and I would love some sleep but guess who has to work the morning shift," He spits out, irritation thick in his voice. I get a chill down my back and turn around facing the entrance to the kitchen.

"Well, I love you Dad…"

"I love you too Dibra now hurry up and eat the toast I made for you and get your arse to school!" he shouts, trying his best not to sound crabby. I sigh and say 'yeah yeah' to appease him.

My Dad and I don't really get along – well we haven't in the last few years. It's because we both lost someone dear to us – Mom. She was a famous scientist and one day something big ended up happening at the place she worked out. At first, we were told the lock down was just a precaution and that we'd see her soon.

Oh how wrong they were.

A few hours later, my Dad and I got a call – it was the last time we heard from her. She seemed to have finished just crying and was telling me how much she loved me. I really didn't understand what was going on – but everything I said to her I meant it with all my heart and soul.

After I handed the phone to my Dad, I notice a change in him right away.

He seemed lonely.

I didn't really notice it at the time but now when I look back on that day, his face clearly spells it out. He sat down in the same pleather recliner and talked to her – until the very last second.

"Babe, I love you a lot. Don't you ever forget that – I mean it. W-When I join you up in heaven; I want you to promise me alright?" Dad said, with tears in his eyes. I heard my mom's voice shake with depression as she promised him that she would.

"J-Janice!? Janice!" Dad shouted as he pulled the phone away from his ear and we heard the line get cut off. My Dad kept screaming her name until our neighbors, concerned ran into our house and calmed him down.

That's the only time I've seen my dad cry.

I walk into the kitchen and see a plate of toast. I drool a bit as I pick a piece up, butter it, and then eat it. I eat a few more pieces and finish them all off with a glass of milk. You know, for strong, healthy bones. I then go to the bathroom and finish getting ready.

"Dad, I'll be leaving now," I say as I grab my backpack. I hear him shout something and just ignore it. It was probably just him telling me to get my arse to school faster. Geeze, he never lets up on me. I walk out into the street and then check the time on my watch.

"Awesome, I have twenty minutes to get to school,"I think excitedly. I usually leave the house a few minutes later and almost always am late. Today should be a great day – at least for me.

End of Chapter 1- Start of a New Day

A/N- I've edited the chapters so when you read through, and if you notice and error, PM me or drop it in a review! Thanks; greatly appreciate it!