Me and my dads (a phanfiction)

12.

A/N HI! So I hope this  gets updated soon. ENJOY

We are back in Holland now. School has started again. I made the video about schizophrenia, but never uploaded it. It still waits silently, peacefully as a little separate file in my computer. Sometimes I think it's calling me. But then I remind myself of how stupid it sounds.

Eef is asleep and my parents are at an information gathering for parents at my school. They must be arriving soon. This year I have to choose my subjects that I want to keep for the next year, and the subjects in which  I want to take my central final exams in when I'm eighteen years old, like you have GCSE's in the UK.

I hear the front door opening behind the closed door leading to the hallway. I wait in the living room, while I'm on my laptop. I am not nervous at all. I know my grades aren't bad and I know that the hole gather thing wasn't even about my grades but about the subjects choosing thing.

They walk into the living room. Dan takes his coat of, and hangs it on the dining chair. Phil sits next to me on the couch. 'And how was it?' I ask. 'Really interesting' Dan says, now sitting on the chair he put his coat on. 'We heard about the subjects you have to choose, and that there is a thing called "beroepenmarkt" ( an evening at school were parents can introduce their jobs to all the students who are interested, the literal translation is " job market ") soon at your school, you must have heard about it by now.' He says. 'Yes, yes i have, but I haven 't heard  the details about it.' I say. ' Yeah, I think about signing up on it.' Dan says. 'Well, me or Phil, but we've actually got the same job, so what do you think about it?' Dan adds. I look at him for a second. 'Yeah, why not?' I say. 'There  are a lot of stereotypes about us anyways. I have this physics teacher, that said that filming yourself and posting it on the internet is selfish, egoïstic and sad. So I told him that I agreed, they were complete idiots! Just like people who record themselves while singing or playing an instrument, and putting that on a cd and sell it! Or thinking you know something about a school subject,like, i don't know , physics? And standing i front of 20-30 teenagers to tell them stuff about it. He then got silent, and kept going with the lesson.' I say, internally laughing.

We kept talking about school and subjects, until I had to go to bed. A few days later, I got this blue piece of paper with names on it.

'Van Geelen ; Rechter (lawyer)

Anderson ; Politicus (politician)

Walters ; econoom (economist)

Howell ; Videoblogger (youtuber)

Verweij ; manager (manager)

Van Scheveningen ; psycholoog (psychologist )"

The list goes on. "Just cross one job from one person off of the list, and then hand in the paper again." My teacher says. "Hey, Anna, is that your dad?" My friend asks me. "Yes. Yes he is." I say. "Oh wow I'd find that so embarrassing if my parents did that." She answers. "Hmm.. Not really." I say. "We discussed it before, so I knew that he'd do this." I add. "I do think it's interesting though." She says. I crossed off my  fathers name in the list, and so did my friend Lisette, and we handed in the paper.

"Remember, it's next week at eight o'clock." My teacher says before starting his lesson. Nobody pays attention to the teacher anymore, they're too interested in what my father was going to talk about next week.  The hole day, the time seemed too lazy to pass, just like we were to lazy to still pay  attention to the long and boring stories our teachers had to tell. And we finally survived it after three hours.

I always cycle home, but now I just couldn't be bothered and stepped off my bike and continued to walk home with my bicycle in my hand. In all of a sudden, a woman came up to me, and grabbed the red strand from my hair, and almost pulled it off my head as she brought it towards my mouth. "He, hoe staat rode lippenstift mij?" (Hey, how does red lipstick fit me?) She asks. I'm shocked. What on earth is this woman trying to do? I push her away, out of my personal zone. I look at her. She looks like she is about 20 years old. She is completely dressed in pink, she even has a pink bow securing her ponytail. She steps back to me, and hits me.

A/N HI! I am so sorry for this short shitty  chapter, I just really feel like cap right now.
BYE!