Unbroken

Chapter 18

White dress shirt, skinny jeans, and black vest check. Doing exactly as told I contour the makeup on my face. I feel like Picasso, except I'm drawing on my face. Now for the scary part. Pulling my hair out of the ponytail I watch it fall straight down since it's been flat ironed. After I've finished brushing my hair, I take a look at the new me. I look like I actually didn't live on the street for once. Grabbing my book bag I walk out of my room and downstairs; into the kitchen.

Setting my things down I grab a bowl of oatmeal and start eating. Not to soon after the grown ups of the house decide to make an appearance. After a few bites I look up at my parents wondering why they are so quite.

"What," I ask.

Catherine looks at James as if telling him to speak. "Where did those clothes come from," James asks. That's what this is all about? They are pondering over where I got these clothes. What has the world come to?

"You look pretty." Catherine smiles while giving me a wink. "You look more sophisticated than you usually do." If that was a compliment that was bad. How about you look better, or even you look pretty dressed up, not you look more sophisticated than you usually do. That makes it seem like I'm stupid. Which I am most of the time. I can call myself stupid, but no one else can.

"Who are you?" Libby asks looking at me weirdly as she walks down the stairs.

"Your sister weirdo." Rolling my eyes I go back to eating.

They say I'm weird, but they got it wrong. They are the weird ones. I'm the only one acting normal anymore.

After taking my last bite I wipe my mouth, "I'm dunked so I'm just going to go." Grabbing my bag I head towards the door to grab my keys.

"Wait!" Catherine yells at me. "Take Libby and a lady does not say she's dunked, she says she's finished." Whatever. Grabbing my keys I head to the garage and start my car. Soon Libby runs out of the house and gets on the backseat.

"Are you excited about school today?" I ask her as I pull out the driveway.

"No, the boy next to me keeps pulling my hair." Looking in the rear view mirror I see Libby playing with her two pigtails.

"Did you tell him to stop?" Maybe he just doesn't know how to talk to a girl.

"Yes. I told him during play time. Well I yelled at him actually when the teacher was not looking." Way to go Libby yell at he boy.

Libby is the sneaky child. You think she's good, but she's actually a sneaky kid that steals cookies out of the cookie jar then blames it on you using her cute chubby cheeks to her advantage. "What did he do?" If he kicked her I'm going to have some talking to do with that teacher.

"He ran away from me to his friends and they all just stared at me. Why did they stare at me." You've got to be kidding me. Guys need to man up and stop playing little games. Alexander likes to do this run, and speak thing and now I'm stuck like this, all dressed up, and that little boy likes to pull Libby's hair.

"I'll help you." Pulling up to the school I park in the visitors spot and walk Libby to her class. "So where is this boy you speak of?" I have a feeling it's the boy in the corner standing around with the other boys that immediately started staring at Libby as soon as we stepped in the door.

Libby looks around and once she spots the boys I noticed she whispered in my ear. "Right there," she points to the boy in the green dinosaur shirt. Walking over to the boy his eyes widen when he sees me and Libby walking towards him.