Don't Judge a Girl by Her Sarcasm
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I looked up at the big digital clock on the wall of the airport and saw that my father was two hours late to pick me up. I decided I'd give him another half hour and if he wasn't here then I would make my own way home. I gave a laugh without any humour. I wasn't surprised he had forgotten about me, heck I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't forgotten about me at all but just thought, "Ah, I never really liked her anyway, she can make her own way home, I have better stuff to do with my time." Hell he'd probably get a kick out of me walking home in the rain, knocking on the front door looking like a drowned rat. Ha, as if I'd be so stupid as to walk. I didn't wait half an hour, I got up and grabbed my bags and made my way to the line of taxis outside. I jumped in one and told the man the address. It only took fifteen minutes before we pulled up to the front of the house and I jumped out and ran through the rain to the front door under the little shelter and relentlessly rang the doorbell and hammered on the door with my fist until a man in his early forties, with dark brown hair exactly like mine and dark blue eyes- yep you guessed it- exactly like mine. He swung open the door with a scowl on his face and a phone pressed to his ear but when he saw me standing there, weighed down by my heavy bags his jaw became slack and it took him a second before he muttered into the phone,
"Logan I have to go something just came up."
And I stepped into the hallway forcing him to take a side step unless he wanted me to trample all over him. I stopped before I walked any further and turned back to him.
"The taxi man needs paying, take care of that won't you." And carried on walking into the hallway before
I heard my mother call out towards my father, who was now paying the taxi man.
"Darling, who is at the door making all that racket?" She stopped walking in the entrance of the kitchen once she saw me and then her eyes filled with tears and she ran towards me and enveloped me into a hug I didn't return. She pulled back and looked at my blank expression.
"Honey what are you doing here, I thought your plane didn't land until ten tomorrow morning?" she looked confused and then took off back into the kitchen as my father walked back into the house, shrugging out of his now drenched coat and sent me a sharp look.
"Erm... don't glare at me, you're the one that never came to get me from the airport like you were supposed to." I said more harshly than I meant to.
He looked taken back at first but then put on his expressionless mask that was the only thing out of all his traits I was happy to inherit. "I see you haven't changed a bit, pointless me spending all that money on that boarding school of yours."
My mother had walked back into the hall holding a piece of pink paper in her hands. "Here it is, it says be there at ten o'clock." But I ignored her as I glared at my father.
"Oh I wouldn't say it was a total waste Jack, you did get rid of me for seven years that must have made you ecstatic." I said with a fake smile on my face. I don't know what made him madder, the sarcasm dripping from my voice or the fact I called him by his first name instead of dad. My mother gasped and I whirled on her, "And it was ten o'clock tonight, not tomorrow morning, but hey, I was only waiting two hours for you to pick me up," I shrugged. "I can see you guys really missed me." And with that I picked up my bags again and made my way to my room.
It hadn't been touched since I left, all the eleven year old clothes still hung in the wardrobe and all the cuddly toys were on the bed and in the bay window seat. My parents had plenty of money thanks to my mother being an accountant and my father owning his own law firm but we still had a small house that focused on making you feel at home but was still in with the latest fashions. I swept my arms out on the bed to clear it of teddy bears and collapsed onto it. I was soon fast asleep.
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Don't Judge a Girl by Her Sarcasm
Novela JuvenilPeyton Lloyd never got along with her father. EVER. He was always too distant and too disapproving for her and she was always too loud and too blunt for him. Peyton and her mother were always very close, she was her mother, sister and best friend al...