After about 10 minutes of waiting he finally came back. It seemed like he took a life time! The ice-packs had already melted, and my bruises began to feel less painful than before.
"Here's the sudocreme" he smiled.
As he opened my bedroom door, again hearing that squeaky noise. I seriously need to get this door fixed.
"Yay, now the pain's just going to magically go away in the next 5 seconds after applying it." I answered sarcastically.
"Don't use that sarcastic tone on me!" He yelled.
Wow, he had never shouted at me before, I felt like the tough side of me had suddenly shattered into pieces & vanished away. Yes that's right I had a tough side to me.
"Sorry." I apologised.
"That's more like it, now hold still whilst I apply some on you and put on your plaster." he nagged.
I don't know why all of a sudden he thinks he has control over me, just because he shouted at me and I didn't use my kung fu skills to smack him the hell up!
"Stan, is that you?" Said my mum, as she just made her way into the room.
"Yeah, Marylin hurt herself so I was just treating her wounds."
"Aw, that's so sweet of you. Although your not her father you still treat her like she was your own daughter." She smiled.
"Yeah, and the best part is I do it all for you." He lied.
"Aw, I love you Stan."
"I lurve you 2" he mumbled.
At that point I just felt like saying, he does not love you, he shouted at me, and he's cheating on you. But we all know that same minute would of been my funeral so I just let it go... For now.
"Marylin get out of bed, it's 8:00, and go have a shower, eat breakfast and we'll go down the admissions office to go and apply for a school." She ordered.
It felt like I was in some sort of army cadet training, by how she was ordering me around. Is that weird?
I got out of bed, stretching my body out on my bedroom carpet, all you could hear is my body clicking. Is that normal? If not I need to see a doctor. After my stretch out I grabbed my robe of the edge of my wardrobe and strolled my way to the bathroom. Now I don't need to go into detail on how I bathed, brushed my teeth and moisturised my body. I do it the EXACT way as everyone else... Unless some people do it different.
I wasn't quite sure what to wear, I always thought that if you dressed quite smart then it'll be more likely you'll get accepted in the school more quickly. I also didn't want to look too boyish before they "accidentally" send me to a boy school. Trust me I've been sent to an all boy primary school before. Only a month later they realised I was a girl and sent me to City of London School. Which was a mixed primary school.
"Marylin, are you finished yet? Come down and eat breakfast before we go." My mum yelled from downstairs.
"Yes, just a minute dammit!"
"What was that?"
"Nothing, I'll be down in a second!"
"It better be nothing"
"It bettah be nuffin" I mumbled under my breath.
Luckily she didn't hear that either.
Since I was in such a "rush" I just put on my plain navy blue denim jeans, black and white striped top with a white flower in the top left corner, with my hair up in a pony tail, and my grey converse. I was good to go!
I rushed down the stairs, nearly falling and bruising myself again, and entered the kitchen, making myself some toast.
"Good girl, always eat breakfast before you go out, it's the most important meal of the day" my mum smiled.
"Okay mum.." I said uncomfortably.
"Right, when your done just come outside, I'll be in the car waiting. And don't even think about watching television whilst your eating, I have other things to do today." She nagged again.
Argh, this woman is always complaining and ordering me! I've had enough, dad never use to talk to me like this. Finishing the left over crust of the toast, i could hear footsteps. Now I could obviously tell It was Stan, because he walked so slow down the stairs, like he was some sort of royal person, or he just had back pains.
After I finished eating, I made my way to the kitchen, and put my plate into the dishwasher. You really think I was going to wash my plate? No way!
I went outside, and closed the door behind me, until a Stan put his big clown foot in the way.
"Where are you going?"
"To apply for a school."
"What time will you be back?"
"I don't know, why?"
"I need to know what time you'll be back!" He said, as he grabbed my shoulder.
"I said I don't know, get of me." I screeched.
He removed his dirty, hard, concrete hand of me, and gave me an ugly look, wasn't much difference since it was the same face he usually has.
Mum got out of the car, and came on over, to me and Stan.
"What's going on? I heard Marylin scream." She asked Stan.
"Oh nothing she had a bee on her, and I wacked it of her, but she thought that if i hit it it'll hit her, that's why she screemed." He lied once again.
"Oh alright."
As stupid as my mum was i didn't think she'd fall for this, come on there wasn't any bee in sight. I got in the car, and didn't dare to even look back at Stan's ugly face. He looked like a mixture of Voldemort and Hagrid, just that he had more of Hagrid's nose and less of a beard and hair. Since he cut them both, after two weeks of growing. But without them cut he does look like Hagrid. Okay maybe i exaggerated a bit, he doesn't look like Voldemort and Hagrid, but don't you think that'd be hilarious? He had a mixture of a ginger and brown beard, with blue eyes, elf ears, and slightly curly, wavy hair. With wrinkles on his forehead. More like Gimli when I think about it...
Unlike Rebecca Black I wasn't having a dilemma of which seat I should take, so I simply took the back seat so I had more space for myself.
I could see from the corner of my eye Stan grinning, his teeth were so yellow, they made lemons want to get a tan! They literally looked like a smokers teeth, and he didn't even smoke. Mum drove away from the house at last, and made her way onto the roadside. It looked like their was going to be traffic ahead of us, if I had none I would of brought my Ipod with me, at least that would of killed time.
