>> Now I'm curious. Come on, let's eat something. << she suggested.
We had an ice cream and talked to each other, and when I got home I had to endure my father's angry look. >> Where did you go? Today is Sunday. We wanted to eat together as a family, just like every week. You've been gone for a long time. We have been waiting for you. <<
I didn't care that they were waiting for me. Annoyed, I took off my clothes and my mum greeted me calmly, whereupon I ignored her. I was angry. I had the right to know. I've felt lied to all of my life.
There was lasagna for dinner and this time it wasn't as good as the previous times.
Millie, who was usually crazy, was very quiet this time. It started to rain and thunder. It got really dark.
After I took two bites, I went up, annoyed, because after the exhausting game I didn't feel like eating with my parents anymore.
"Hey, where are you going." Asked my mum.
I ran up the stairs without looking at her.
>> I'm going upstairs, after all, I'm no longer a small child. <<
My mum ran after me.
>> What's wrong with you? Why have you been so aggressive lately? << she asked.
>> I don't feel like eating with you guys. I'm seventeen and not nine! <<
That was one of many reasons.
>> That is part of it. Every Sunday is family day. But you're acting like nine. <<
>> Do you want me to act like a seventeen year old boy? Then treat me like one too. << I said irritably
>> How do you mean? We'll give you everything a seventeen year old needs. <<, my mum replied calmly.
>> Oh no matter, go. <<
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Identity Crisis
Teen FictionUpdated every Monday and Thursday. Story is told from 7 different perspectives. Perfect for Gossip Girl and Pretty Little Liars fans. In autumn, usually gloomy, boring and cold London, Tom's school is not so boring. It's Halloween and the identity...
