I suppose telling you a bit of my history can't possibly hurt, right?
My father... My father was my best friend. He taught me how to ride horseback, fence, play chess, and how to court, host, and play the pretty daughter or the strong son. He taught me everything I know. I was home schooled, you see, but instead of the boring subjects like History or Mathematics, he taught me things I could actually use, like Sociology and Mixed Martial Arts. When I was 12 years old, he disappeared. There were no no blood trails out the door, no broken windows, not even unlocked doors- he simply vanished. I don't need to tell you how devastated my mother and I were, right? You're clever; you can figure it out.
I started going to public school soon after. My schooling had to continue, even if it didn't feel the same without my father.. The world doesn't stop ticking when you do. The subjects I learned there were different than the ones I knew, and I had to have extensive tutoring. The other children thought I was weird, because I could articulate yet didn't know any of the things they were learning. I'm bullied, picked on, beat up. Pretty much the only subject I'm decent at is literature. I love books. They seem to be my only sanctuary these days.
I turn 16 tonight, at midnight. The only thing I want for my birthday is my father, the same thing every year. Since he hasn't popped out of a wrapped package yet, after 3 birthdays without him, you could say I've lost hope.