Memories (Will be going under extreme editing soon)

5.) Oh Why Me?!

Two Months Later

Why me? Why me? Oh why me? Why? Why? Why? Why me? Why do have a freakin F in math? Why me, god dammit?!

" Oh Mother is going to kill me." I groaned, ruffling my hair in annoyance.

" Por que?" Sharise asks, taking a bite of her cinnamon bun.

" How can you get an F in Math?!" laughed Marcos.

I glared at him, " Do you still want to have kids?"

Marcos gives me scared look, " Yes why?"

" Then I would suggest for you to shut up... before you lose your-"

" Oh kay!" Summer yells. " I think Marcos gets your point, Megan."

" I clearly do and my trap will be shut." Marcos said, pretending to be zipping his mouth shut.

I was about to stuff my report card into my purse when someone snatches it from me.

" Hey! Hey hey hey!" I exclaimed, turning.

Oh frick...

" How can you get an F in Math?" Gabriel asks, smirking.

" Hey that's what I said!" Marcos exclaimed, laughing.

I took off one of my high heels and threw it at Marcos, it hit him squarely in the forehead and he falls out of his seat.

" I told you to keep your trap shut, the next thing I'll be hitting will be your cock, you motherfucker." I said, ignoring his cries of pain.

I grabbed my shoe from Sharise and walked out of the cafe.

I looked at my IPhone and saw that it said 6:15.

Shit! I'm late for lunch.

I'm totally screwed.

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" Where were you, young lady?" was my Mother's greeting when I stepped in home.

" Out." I mumbled.

" With who?"

" Friends."

" Where?"

" Mama! I'm hungry! Quit it with the questions!" I exclaimed, annoyed.

Mother huffs and walks into the dining room as I followed.

My older brother Alejandro and my older sister Viviana were eating, while my little brother Julien and my little sister Carlotta came in with their report cards.

When they saw I came report card-less, they give me a worried look and Alejandro snorts.

" Where's yours?" Julien asks, whispering.

" Niños, tienes tus calificaciones?"

I looked in my purse, and saw that I didn't have it.

Oh fudgenuggets!

Mother walks in with Father, who was holding the dishes.

I would rather have my Father see my report card... rather than my Mother.

Why? Because my Father is easygoing and softer than my Mother.

Julien handed his first, and Mother skims through it.

She smiles at Julien, " Muy bien mijo!"

Next was Carlotta, she looked a bit nervous.

Mother skims through it and then smiles at Carlotta.