Battle of the Betties{1D}

Chapter 2

"Are you done packing?" mum asked from the door. She could see I need help. Why isn't she helping?

"Yes, yes" I sighed in reply.

"Good" she nodded and walked away.

I zipped up the luggage close and rolled it out in front of my bedroom door. I grabbed my book bag which was sitting on my bed and I swung it over my shoulder. I don't know how I'm going to survive on a car ride for FIVE HOURS!

I'd rather sort out fifty packets of jelly beans. That'd be make more sense to me. You know why? I know what is exactly going to happen.

Dad is going to drive in silence and I'm probably going to sleep the whole way. I'm so looking forward to this! (note the sarcasm)

Ugh! I am sick of it! It's surprising that I actually survived up till this point.

"Dad, I'm ready to go" I called from the front of my door.

"Alright, lets go" he called back.

He took my luggage and rolled it outside next to the car. I went outside to follow dad when i felt someone pull me back.

"What?" I asked turning around.

I saw mum standing there facing me. This was probably the closest she's ever got to me.

"I hope you have a good time" she smiled.

"Good time at ballet school? Please. You know I'm going because of you? You've done it mum. Again, you're making me do something I don't want" I argued and stormed off. I went over to dad's car and swung the door open and took my seat.

"If it weren't for me, you would've been in jail!" she shouted from the door.

Jail? Sounds way better. I didn't say anything in response. Just ignoring her would be the best thing.

I clicked on my seat belt and crossed my arm. Leant back, eyes closed and I'll relax for now.

"Rik" dad started.

"Yeah" I answered with my eyes closed.

"Why do you do this?" dad asked. It was actually the first time he'd asked me what was wrong with me.

"Do what?" I asked.

"This. All this. The stealing, the attitude, the silence? What's wrong?"

"What wrong?" I laughed. I sat up on my seat and turned to my dad.

"Years later you ask me what's wrong?"

"Years?" he said looking puzzled.

"Yeah dad, years. While mum was pushing me around, making me do things I didn't want, you said nothing"

"All this is about ballet?" dad asked.

"No-"

"Then what?" he asked.

"The fact that I never had a say in anything. The fact that I didn't have a right in my own life" I almost yelled.

"And then there's you. You're always away or when you're home you're silent. You hardly speak or anything. Then you expect me to be a good girl" I added.

He was silent. As usual. He didn't say anything because he knew I was right. He knew it like his own name. He did.

Is it that hard to understand? I hate being forced to do something I don't want to do! It isn't rocket science!

I zipped open my book bag and dug through it to find my ipod. I plugged in my ear phones and closed my eyes. Hopefully this will last till we get there.