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“Eloise,” my mother warned, “please, try to not get any behaviour logs, anymore.”
“It’s not my fault that I am competitive, Dad always says ‘Be your best at everything’, but it sounds like you don’t want me to be my best at everything!” I groan, annoyed.
“Mum, doesn’t mean by breaking basketball hoops when throwing the basketball inside,” Maria added in, sneakily.
“WHO THE HELL IS TALKING TO YOU, YOU ARE NOT WANTED, AT ALL, INSIDE THIS CONVERSATION!” I shout, annoyed.
“Muuummmm!”
My mother just sighed as she parked the car inside the school parking. I literally jumped out of the car, thinking ‘yes, freedom from parents and annoying little sisters at last.’ I opened the boot to get my suitcase, my 2 boarding trunks and my sports kit.
That is when; I received the hardest slap on the face. “Stupid girl,” my father spat, “you get ANY, AND I MEAN ANY behaviour logs, I WILL, personally see you off to China to get married.”
“FINE, JUST...”
SLAP!
My father put his hand on my throat and strangled me, as he seethed, “And if you ever raise your voice towards you again, I will kill you, we do not accept rudeness or failures inside the Masomoto family.”
“Marko, release her, Now!” my mother whispered.
Slowly, one finger at a time he released me, I fell onto the cold concrete floor gasping for air, while crying. “I warned you,” my father growled.
My mother helped me up from the floor. “Are you, okay?” my mother whispered, as she looked and cleaned nail and blood marks.
And then I said the worst thing in the world.
“Not that you would care, you only care about this four things, money, Maria, work, and this families reputation, just like Dad,” I said, as I tried to get out of my mother’s grip.
My mother held me firmly, as she said; “Now that is NOT true.” Finally, I tore out of her tight grip, “Please, don’t lie to me, you and Dad put me in a boarding school, because you were worried what I could or would do to the family’s reputation, and also every time we have our school holidays, you leave me, stuck here, while, you, Maria and Dad are playing happy families as if I don’t bloody exist, you put me in a boarding school, but Maria in a day primary school, because you love her and not me,” I shouted, “this is what you think of me,” I spat on the floor and stepped on the spot where I spat on.
I grabbed my luggage and put it on the luggage trolley, with my other stuff which was already on it. I turned around and gave my mother a look I never gave her before. It was the look I only gave my father and sometimes my sister. It was the look of absolute hate.
I could see my mother working out whether or not what I said was true, but I wasn’t going to let her tell me. I just turned around to face the school, so I could walk away from that family that hates me.
