The drive to school was angsty. Well, it was tense. It was partly or mostly my fault because I was holding on to a grudge.
"I was gonna tell you," my father pleaded last night.
My father, a proud divorcée, vowed to me that life would be better after my mother had left the picture.
"You said it was the last time." I pleaded back last night.
His reason was good, but I refused to give in.
"Dad, it's ok." I broke the silence in the car. I wasn't really ok, but I don't like feeling of pity and anger looming in the air. And I don't like lies either but the other one out weighed the other. My father was currently an engaged man to a Vietnamese woman my grandmother had set him up with. My older brother knew, my whole family knew, even my mother; the same person who he cannot stand to be with, while I was the last to know.
Future step mother was making her way to New York in a few weeks to begin their wedding plans and whatever so I tried to dwell on the fact that our apartment will be occupied by another woman other than me.
"Are you sure Kiera? I want everything to be alright with you and her." He reached out to pat me on the knee
"I won't love her you know." I said. "It'll be pure respect, just for your sake."
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Humora story about the teen gaze told through 7 narrators Linda (Linds)Akinyi Magdalene (Mags) Horvath Marcus (Marcs) Adams George (Georgie) Yale Howard (Howie) Collins Kiera (Kiki) Diep Spencer (Spenc) Holmes
