Curry Munching with the French Boy

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AN: Picture of Ryder on the side. I was watching old Home and Away episodes and knew that he WAS THE ONE lol. ALSO THE SPACING IS ODD BUT THAT'S BECAUSE I COPY AND PASTE FROM WORD. I'LL TRY TO FIX IT.

2 weeks later Wednesday morning started with its usual horrific blaring of my alarm. I was the type of person who hated being late and valued punctuality, but waking up was always a mission for me. I heaved myself off my bed and shuffled into the bathroom. As the oldest child I had the privilege of getting my own bathroom in my room. The rest of my sisters, however, did not have such luck and therefore there was always hair pulling and screaming in the mornings.

After lazily brushing my teeth and having a shower, I lumbered back into my room and pulled out an outfit for the day. The air outside was sort of cold, so I went for light washed ripped denim jeans, paired with a white “Stairway to Heaven” shirt and a cute leopard printed cardigan. I ruffled my long dark brown hair and threw on a beanie for good measure, before heading to the kitchen with my bag in hand.

My mother was, as per usual, standing over the stove with a frying pan of spattering eggs on it.

“Good morning, Ma.”

“Morning Maliha, you have practise today?” she asked not looking up.

“Yea, Avril will bring me home I already spoke about it with father.”

“Okay vell, she’ll be here soon so eat quickly.”

I nodded and pulled out a glass of orange juice. As much as my father loathed Avril, he still let me hang out with her. In his eyes she was mine and Diya’s free ride to school and back again. Avril never really did anything wrong to make my father hate her, it’s just my father didn’t like me spending too much time out of the house and most of the time I spent was with her.

My father was a very controlling man. He expected a lot from me and forced me to do things that I didn’t want to do. Like taking biochemistry! I wanted to stick with classes that would enhance my writing and creativity, yet my father pushed me to do that. I hated him with everything within me. He deprived me of my teenage years; he deprived me of my fun but most of all he deprived me of the freedom to be myself.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by the tell-tale sound of Avril’s posh as hell Lexus and quickly put my glass into the sink.

“Bye, Ma.” I said giving her a swift kiss on the cheek.

“Oye! You not going to eat anything?”

“I’ll grab something at school, don’t worry about me. Have a good day.” I sang as I walked out of the kitchen towards the front door.

“Dee! Hurry up, Avril is here.” I yelled before exiting the house and making my way into Avril’s sexy white car.

“Morning Mrs Ford.” Avril chimed the moment I had strapped myself into the passenger seat. She insisted that I liked Devin.

“Morning Mrs Dickbreath.” I muttered back, blushing involuntarily.