♥ Cɑɴdʏ

Candy took a deep breath, she never acted like that before. And, she hated the fact she'd be so angry at him. She shook her head, locking her car door and walking inside to be greeted by her father. "How was the test?" he asked, deep in study. "I got a b." Candy answered sounding a bit plain. He turned around with raised eyebrows, "Hun, you need those A's. You got to get into a good college next next year. Maybe Yale or Harvard. God I hope this isn't a streak of b's, Candy." he said, adjusting his glasses. "Dad, it's a b." Candy said, stopping him from his groan. "Study. Now." he replied, turning back around in his chair to go back to his paperwork. She sighed, walking back upstairs though stopping in the center of the hallway. "Dad, I need to go to the soup kitchen later. I promised Ginger." she called down, hearing it echo. "Fine, fine." he grumbled as a answer. Candy thought of him as a butt, seeing him so worked up about a b. She got strait A's all her life, except in kindergarten when she didn't understand the alphabet. She continued to her room, instead of studying pulling on her headphones and listening to her favorite song.

A few hours later, Candy picked herself off of her bed. Still tired, she walked outside slowly starting to drive down the street. She had to make a stop first, though. She'd seen Jason go to his house this way, and she had to get something off her chest. Asking the clerk where Jason's room was, Candy walked up the stairs. The whole thing was a act of impulse, yet she chose to do it. She knocked on his door, hoping he wasn't there.

Candy looked down, sighing softly. "I'm sorry for my attitude, and I wish for forgiveness." she said truthfully. "I hated how I acted, and I apologies for everything." she shook her head, hiding the feeling the pulsed threw her veins, nervousness and anger. She looked back up, turning to go off. "I wish you a good night."

Candy turned around, raising a eyebrow. "Well, I wish I could be, Max. But I can't. If I get mad then my father gets mad. And he can get beyond pissed." she explained, shaking her head. "I guess I'm the opposite of you."

"Well, maybe not opposite." Candy said, laughing on the inside. "We're human. We have the same cells." she said off the top of her head.

"I do that to much, sorry." Candy said with laughing eyes. "I think it's a nice home. Though, it wouldn't be if it was a box."

Candy rolled her eyes playfully with a smirk. "I have to go soon, i'm meeting Ginger at the soup kitchen because.." she shook her head, stopping her sentence. "Never mind."

"Will do. Will do." She repeated with a nod. "I'm late. I'll.. see you around." she said waving a hand and leaving the room to the hallway. She took the steps, letting her hair down like she usually did when she was alone. Her parents loved her with her hair up, but she always like it like this. She continued down to the exit, rolling her shoulders.

Candy blinked and whirred around. She shook her head and continued to walk to her car, hopping in and driving down to the soup kitchen while texting Ginger a complete lie. She didn't want her to know where she was.

Candy, not paying attention to the road, read Ginger's text. She swerved, hitting a tree and nearly crashing threw the window. She sighed, stepping out of the car, seeing the damage. The side of the car was dented and the hood and bumper was dented as well.