All the days of our lives

A little bit more of Monday

"Anthonia!"
I jumped slightly. I wasn't expecting the teacher to call me. I am an A student and I knew teachers loved calling students who were "dull" to answer questions. Honestly, I don't think I know the answer to this question. I don't think I was paying attention when she asked. I didn't realize I was still sitting till she growled my name once again.
"Yes... Ma'am?" I slowly answered.
"What is the solution in which Sulphur(IV) oxide has to be passed through to produce a solution of  Na2SO3?"
I laugh slightly to myself at the simple question which 5 seconds ago, I was freaking out about.
"What's funny?"my partner asks, obviously confused.
"Nothing. The answer is Sodium Hydroxide ma'am"
"Correct miss Carter."
I made a slight boastful bow, feeling proud and fulfilled that I lived up to expectations. But I really have a lot to work on with my concentration habits.
Class went on smoothly after that with me losing concentration every now and then but still not going off track with our lesson.

Of course and finally, it was lunch time. I unwrapped my meal and stuffed my face, pausing to say a few hi's to some people who I actually cared to respond to. I was kind of a snob at this point in my life and it was for the best, really. I was pretty popular in the entire block and mostly in my school. I had light brown hair with gold tips, very short hair though as a result of the numerous hair products I had used on it. With very bright skin tone and an english accent, alongside other factors that made me stand out, I saw myself as "not in everybody's class."

*

After the day was over, I walked to the school's entrance and stood a bit there, waiting for my driver to pick me up.
"Hey Carter!" My not so close to friend called in a manner that made it seem we were fond of each other even though I know we aren't.
"What's up?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"How are you today? How are your boyfriends?"
"That's why you yelled my name?! And what do you mean by "my boyfriends"? Everybody knows who the public tool is." I say in a bid to crack a slight joke referring to a member of our class whom we consider a prospective whore, Cassandra. There's something about today if Trish here didn't find it funny, I mean it's Trish.
"What?" I asked still in a fit of short laughs.
"N.. nothing. Bye, see you tomorrow." Trish stuttered while I waved her goodbye.
And my wait continued. It took another 30 minute wait before my driver got here. My two siblings were already by my side by then.
"Hey Scott." The driver returned my greeting with a smile.
"What took you so long? I felt like I would die standing." I said with an exaggerated groan.
"Oh urm.. well, I had a flat tire." He replied, obviously lying. I figured with the way his eyes darted between the car and the school's compound.
"Did mum and dad fight again?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah" he replied reluctantly and slowly.
He didn't look at our communication mirror, as I liked to call it, again so I assumed he wasn't going to tell me more. I dropped the case and left it to my imaginations to draw up possible levels of the fight and scenes from it too.
"Hey Tonia, you've not said much to us today." My little brother, Tristan informed. Yeah, his name is cooler than mine.
"Hmm" I acknowledged.
"See?!"
"What? It's not compulsory." I snapped. I dont know why I did that but something about me just makes me feel sour towards him.
"Nothing to bite my head off about, sheesh." He relaxed into his seat.
"Tonia what's wrong?" Scott asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, you absolutely don't." He replied with too much sarcasm in his voice that I could only roll my eyes.
"Sure." I finally said and looked out the window.
The rest of the ride was quiet, just the way I like it.

*At home*
"I'm home!" I yelled as soon as I entered the house.
"Here!" My mum called from the kitchen.
I strolled over to her and greeted her. She briefed me about their latest quarrel and I was beyond mad at my dad but as usual, I couldn't do anything about it. I mean, I'm just their kid.
"Well, just leave him to do whatever shit he feels like doing. I honestly couldn't care less about his shit, I'm used to it." I sighed.
"Hey, drop a note in the jar for cursing."
I groaned and dropped a quarter in the jar after muttering a "sorry".
"Hey, I said a dollar!" My mum yelled and I lazily went back to drop a dollar and retrieve my quarter, I can't lose my change.
"Done. Happy?"
"Very." She said and smiled. It felt fulfilling to see her smiling.
"Good."
"Where's your elder brother?"
"He's still at school."
"Doing?.."
I simply shrugged and she didn't ask any more questions so I turned and left the kitchen.
Once I reached my room, I dropped to the floor and all what filled my mind were thoughts of my dad.