The Girl Group

06

Kyle's POV

*2 days to first show of tour*

I happily skipped through the front door, my bright backpack bouncing on my back as I did. I had just come off the school bus, like I did everyday at this time.

I made my way to the kitchen, where my mom was preparing dinner for the evening, and dropped my school bag on the floor.

"Mommy! Mommy, guess what? Today, Ms. Goldman told me that I had the best score in the class on our spelling test!" I shouted excitedly.

Ms. Goldman was my first grade teacher. She was very nice and made me feel like I was special. Lately, Ms. Goldman had been helping me with my multiplication tables when the rest of the class was just learning subtraction. She said that I was very bright and she loves having me as a student. Ms. Goldman was my favorite teacher.

"Well, that doesn't sound right." My mother said, stirring something on the stove. Her hair was in a neat bun at the back of her head and her lips were painted a deep color. Her expression lacked any signs of human emotion and she looked like she could give less of a damn. "Skyler, you are far from intelligent. You can barely read as it is."

"I... I can read, I just... don't understand big words." I stuttered, looking down and playing with the end of my light blue dress.

"Right, any smart girl would be able to read big words, but not you. Not, to mention the fact that you can't even write neatly." She retorted, not even turning her head to look at me as she stood at the stove. I glared at my little black flats, biting my lip and trying not to cry in front of my mother. If I did crack, I knew she would quickly call me weak.

"I am smart..." I mumbled, quickly turning and exiting the kitchen, heading to my room to start my homework.

A few hours later dinner was ready and my father had just returned from work. I rushed downstairs to greet him, almost tripping in the process.

"Daddy!" I hollered, wrapping my tiny little arms around his legs. He chuckled, patting my hair down with his hand.

"How was your day, Skyler?" He asked me as he places his bag onto the kitchen counter.

"I got a good score on my spelling test!" I exclaimed excitedly with a bright smile on my face. I heard my mother grunt and my smile faltered a bit. My father seemed to notice my mothers actions as well, he looked in her direction and shook his head. Although, her back was to us so she couldn't see.

"Well, Sky. I think that is fantastic!" He said, bending down to my level and kissing my forehead. I giggled and smiled wider than ever at the compliment I had been waiting for all day.

"The food is ready." My mother spoke, placing the last dish onto the dinner table. I happily made my way to the rounded table and sat in my normal spot.

Tonight mother had prepared chicken and rice. My plate however contained some veggies, about a spoon of rice and a small portion of chicken while my parents had much larger portions. I simply shrugged it off thinking that adults get more food.

Once I had finished my meal, I waited ten minutes before I asked for seconds to see if I was still hungry. The sign at the doctors office said to do so.

"Um mommy?" I started nervously. Mother stopped chewing her meal and turned to look at me, her dark eyes boring into mine.

"What?"

"May I please have more chicken?" I asked just above a whisper.

"Excuse me? Skyler speak up, you know I hate it when you mumble."