I walked in the door and tossed my backpack on the floor, looking over at my dad sitting in the recliner.
"Hi Dad, I'm home from school," I point out the obvious. I'm a senior in High school, and just turned eighteen last month. Dad had forgotten; I still hadn't told him he missed it. I stared at him, and he stared into his computer screen.
"Dad?" I try again, frowning slightly. It hurt to be ignored by him so easily.
"Lauren, I'm busy right now, go clean your room or something," He said, swatting his hand at me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I muttered,
"Why can't you just love me?" and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I had wanted to tell him my boyfriend had just broken up with me, and that I needed someone to console me. He was too busy, though. With what, I had no idea.
Depressed and neglected, I turned on my laptop. My browser popped open, featuring my profile page. I looked at my display picture: my long tan legs draped over 'his', big brown eyes staring up at him with love. I can't believe he cheated on me. I sighed, then stood up. No use sitting around, sulking. Going to my closet, I picked out a tight white button down shirt and a pair of lace trimmed shorts. Pulling off my school uniform, I put on my top, tying it right under my bust. My push up bra made my tits nearly spill out of the shirt, and I loved it. Sliding on the tight little shorts over my long legs and firm ass, I left them unbuttoned, so the lace of my thong was visible. My brown and blonde hair was curled today, in big bouncy waves.
Going back to my laptop, I turned on the webcam and posed. One hand partially in my shorts, the other wrapped around my exposed toned waist, I winked at the camera. That was a keeper. I quickly switched that to my default, so everyone could see what he had given up. A knock on the door startled me, making me jump up and shut my computer. Dad walked in, his head down.
"Honey, I just realized something awful. I've been neglecting you, and-" He had finally looked up at me, and his words were caught in his throat. I crossed my arms, making my breasts even more prominent. I was frowning, almost sneering, at my daddy.
"And you missed my birthday? And my Prom? And you're about to miss my graduation!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. He stared at me, his lips curling down into that parental frown.