Frozen Dreams

Chapter 2

As I pulled into the driveway I just prayed they were in a good mood. That way they would at least be bare able. Wow, I'm making them sound terrible but their not too bad. Just bad enough.
I walked in and I saw them all sitting around the table eating dinner. "You're late for dinner, grab a plate." My father said without looking up from his plate.
Oh great, here we go. "Okay," I said and sat down at the table next to my younger sister Ivey.
I put my hand on her head and mussed her hair. "How was school Ivey?" I asked.
"Good!" She smiled, looking up at me with her big hazel eyes.
I love my little sister.  Out of all the crap with our dad she's my pride and joy.  She is 14 years old and looks creepily like me.  We both have brown straight hair, hazel eyes, rounder noses, dimples, full lips, and caramel colored skin.  The only big difference is I'm taller and scrawnier.  We have had a strong bond ever since she was born, but when our mom died we became even closer.
"Are you late because of practice again?" My father asked giving me an icy glare.
"Yes," I replied. "I had a lesson with Lu."
My father shifted uncomfortably. He doesn't like Lu, he thinks she's a bad influence or something. Truthfully I think there's more to it than that but he doesn't tell me anything. My father is a proud man. His name is Tobey. He can look scary too but he wouldn't hurt anyone, on purpose anyway. Sometimes he doesn't really know how his words and actions affect people. He's very muscular with a bald head, and light olive skin. He has a round head and round eyes, dimples, brown eyes with long lashes, and a big mouth. He's pretty handsome, but so stubborn it's ridiculous.
"I'm getting tired of you coming late to dinner," he said with that stern expression he always has. He needs to smile more.
"I'm sorry, but I need to practice. I'll try and come earlier though, for you." I really don't want to argue again tonight.
"That's not enough. You've been spending too much time at that rink. You need to focus on your career. I won't raise a daughter whose too focused on some silly sport that she doesn't make a career for herself! And what will happen when this skating disappoints you? What will you do then? You won't be moving into the basement if that's your plan." He's on his role again. We've had this argument a lot lately.
"I am focusing on my career," I argued back. "Skating will be and is my career whether you approve or not. Do you want me to get a job I hate or get a job I love?"
"Now don't you dare pull that on me!" He said his voice getting louder.
"I just did"
"That's enough," my step-mother pitched in. "Don't talk to your father like that missy."
"Or what?" I challenged, "you are not my mom so don't try to be because you NEVER will be."
I know that was harsh but she makes me so angry. She thinks she can just waltz in and replace my mother, but that will never happen. No one can even compare to my mom especially her.
"Don't turn this against her," my father said ignoring the food on his plate and staring me in the eyes.
"Well then she should stay out of it."
"Can I be excused?" My sister said quietly wanting to get out of this.
"Go ahead sweetie," my step-mother said giving my sister a small smile.
My sister got up, glanced at me and ran upstairs to her room.
"See what you did?" My step-mother said, "you scared your sister off. Your supposed to be a good influence to her you know."
My step-mothers name is Latoya.  She   is one of those woman that thinks that once theres a ring on her finger, she is now in control. Well I'm not the type of girl who puts up with that. She can bat her long lashes at my father all she wants but she will never control me. My father is her 3rd husband. She is a horrible gold-digging woman. She's pretty, which is why she gets a way with it. With her chocolate colored skin, full brightly colored lips, heavily made-up face, and hourglass shaped body. Her personality changes as much as her weaves. One minute she'll be sweet and buying us things, the next she'll be calling us bratty and ungrateful. One minute she'll be nice and fun when friends come over, the next she'll be complaining to my father that we are being too noisy.
I looked up at my step-mother she was looking at me with a disapproving expression on her face while chewing on her steak. "Like you know anything about being a good influence," I said and got up and stormed out of the room.
I stormed up the steps and heard my father yell "Iz get your butt back down her!" But I just ignored him and went into my sisters room.

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