- Lillys pov -
«Mom seriously. I don't need security to follow me to school. It's embarrassing. Last year they stayed at school, and it caused so much tension. I get that you're high profile or whatever, but it makes my life so much harder. School is two blocks away, I'm perfectly capable of walking there without an armed bodyguard following me» I groan as I'm eating breakfast.
Ever since I was little, I've had a bodyguard around at all times I'm out of the house. The bodyguard is armed and is hot on my heal to the point that it's driving me insane. I get why my parents insisted, especially when I was younger. But kids at school notice and it makes me stick out in a bad way. One thing was when I was younger and some kids thought it was cool, now it just makes me weird.
«Even Alexander, the mayor's kid, doesn't have his bodyguard at school anymore. It's just me now and it's so embarrassing» over the years there have been kids with bodyguards at school too, but as we have gotten older most of the kids are on their own now. It's hard enough being a teenage girl these days, I don't want to stick out as a sore thumb anymore than absolutely necessary. This year I want to blend in and just not draw attention to myself. At least that's what I'm telling my parents. The real reason is that I feel like a child, its suffocating and embarrassing. I'm 15 years old but have a guard around me like I'm some sort of child incapable of taking care of themself. How am I ever going to learn if they are hovering and overprotective. My mom only started last year to let me get lunch at school, it took weeks of arguing but I got her to agree. She has always been overprotective and it's driving me insane.
«It's for your safety Lilly» my dad argues as he is pulling Augustine's hair up in pigtails. the twins are starting first grade today and are dressed in their school uniforms and have their Beckman backpacks ready to go. «I know dad, but it makes me feel... it makes my life harder. It's hard enough being a teenager and this just ads to that. Give me at least a chance to prove that I'm fine on my own»
This has been an argument for weeks because I've tried to convince them, but my parents are stubborn.
My parents look between one another speaking silently without words. They have always done that and its annoying. «Lilly. We already called off your bodyguard last week. We are giving you a shot. But we have a new bodyguard on retainer for when you do need one. Brendon will be watching out for Elena now when she is ready to go to school. Your new bodyguards name is Kevin Garcia »
They are finally giving me a chance. It was about time that they started trusting me to take care of myself. No 15-year-old would want a glorified babysitter following them around, it's embarrassing. Especially when they dig up information about anyone I interact with because god forbid they didn't get my parents approval. Nothing I've done outside the house my entire life has gone under my parents' radar. They have had a helicopter view of everything because my bodyguards report back to them.
Last year I was casually talking to a boy outside school and my dad threw a fit when he heard the boy tucked a hair behind my ear affectionately. They take protective parents to a ridiculous level and I'm sick of it. In 3 years, I'm going off to college so they should be getting used to me being independent.
After breakfast I get my backpack and head over to school. I'm wearing skinny jeans, a slightly cropped cream t shirt with a cardigan over as well as Nike shoes. Thankfully my over expensive private high school only has a dress code and not a full-blown uniform. I'm tired of having to wear those things to school because they are not flattering at all. It's cute on kids, but when you reach our age it's not that cute anymore. Also, wearing skirts in school with knee socks turns out to be a good outfit for those girls wanting a way to have sex with easy access in the bathroom or supply office, so I guess it's good for that too. We aren't allowed clothes with offensive writing on them, tank tops that make your boobs spill out of them, wearing sports bras as shirts. Obviously, no shorts where half your ass hangs out. And we need to be fully clothed, not boys walking around without shirts, not even in gym class. Oh and no caps or hats in class.
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