Raindrops and Sunshine

Chapter One

Enthalpy, how stupid of a name huh? If you look in a chemistry book or just type my name on google, you'll see that my name means the amount of heat energy or whatever. What? I bring the heat?

Why couldn't I be named, Sandra or Miley. One of those normal girl names, with those normal ass lives?

Ah well, guess a normal life wasn't meant for me.

It was time for school at the Everton High School. I ran down to the kitchen to toast some bread for breakfast before I leave.

I stopped dead in my tracks, when I saw her in the kitchen. I no longer wanted breakfast. Seeing her would make anyone lose their appetite, with her ever so tight bun. She looks like a bleeping ballerina everyday. Her dark curly hair, her pale ashy pink skin and her small mouth were no sight for sore eyes. Ms. Prim and Proper.

There, standing in the kitchen was the bitch who adopted me in her usual skirt, past the knee and her jacket and blouse past the elbows. Was she going to work? Hell no! A stupid housewife, who for the first tine in a month, I have ever seen her get up off her flat ass to mix a batter of pancakes. Ha! I wonder how she got so lucky to get dad. He isn't my biological father, but he is the closest I've ever got to one.

Unfortunately, the only way out of this house was through that door in the kitchen. Ugh! FML!

Dad was sitting at the table drinking his tea and reading his newspaper as usual. Wrestle Mania, here I come.

Bag in hand, I looked at my target. The door. My escape.

"Bye Dad! Bye Ingrid!," I shouted briskly as I walked briskly towards my escape.

She rushed over to the door instantly blocking my exit like a bleeping ninja. She grabbed my arm.

"HEY! LITTLE GIRL! DON'T MAKE ME DO SUMN I GONNA REGRET! CALL ME MOM, GODDAMIT!" My arm was getting pink and I was black. If that wasn't a bad sign, I don't know what is.

But, I could not let fear show. Fear is for losers, so I stared at her cold dark blue eyes because fear is for losers.

Fear is for losers. Fear is for losers. Fear is for losers. My mantra in my thoughts.

"Let her go Ingrid!" My dad shouted, jumping to his feet.

"Not until I get some r-e-s-p-e-c-t, and i ain't talking about the goddamn song," and she started to shake me and I'm going ratatatata like a shaker they use in carnivals in those Caribbean countries.

"I said to her go Ingrid! NOW!" My dad demanded.

"Oh you want me to let her go"

"Well there. Goddamit!" My body propelled towards the ground.

Umph! And with that I fell on my scrawny ass.

I knew what my dad would do.

Nothing much.

But, as I said he was the closest thing I got for a dad.

But as I said before. Fear is for losers, so my hurt could not be shown. So, I immediately stood up tall, head up high like a soldier commanded to stand at attention and ready for battle. My face fierce. Oh If she pushed me again, who knows what might come from inside me. I am sure it would be pure rage and anger.

"Now, Enthalpy, I want you to apologize to your mom-"

"She is not my mom," I said fiercely, to which Ingrid hissed her teeth and scrounged up her red lips like scrunchies.

My dad looked at me with his very soft blue eyes, pleading with me to apologize to Ingrid. I would do it for him, but for him alone.

"I am sorry Mrs. Golden" I said as calmly as my brain and emotions would allow. " If you could find it deep in your heart to forgive me" I said to her with as little attitude as possible.

Thanks sweetie. My dad mouthed to me.

"Now Ingrid"

"Now what Manuel?"

"Apologize to Enthalpy"

Her face immediately screwed up like a light bulb.

"Hell no. That l'il bitch only called me mom, when we saw her at the adoption place, putting on a little show. She has no respect."

"Baby, I thought you said, you needed money for your charity event."

This is what dad did, used her "income" to get what he wants.

"Of Course Darling," she said.

And Wahla! Miss Prim and Proper returned.

"Enthalpy honey, I am so sorry, I don't know what has come over me, It must be the weather. Oh it's so cold here in California...."

And she just continued talking blah blah blah. Ahh. This bitch. Apologizing to me for money.

"Now, that, that's settled, Enthalpy, I don;t want you to be late for school." Now go put some peroxide on that wound."

I immediately looked down and saw that my leg was bleeding.

Ahhh shit! Looks like another bicycle fall.

"Let mommy fix that up for you."

I stared at her cold. If looks could kill. She would've been dead from the year after I met her.

" Ahh that's great Ingrid. What a lovely idea."

"Dad, no."

But he looked at me again, begging, pleading. So, I just nodded my head.

" Thanks honey, I'm gonna go warm up the car. See you outside in ten"

The door slammed shut and I was left alone with her.

"That really hurt though, I thought you said that you weren't going to push me"

"Well, baby, we had to make it look convincing huh?"