For The Life Of Me

☆》《A Girl in utter distress》《★

Chapter 1

"...At age 14 I lost almost all respect for my dad. He was a pathological lier , an occupational hazard he had always tried to deny... My mom, Hillary, was his total opposite . She was sweet and humble, characteristics that was totally exiguous in my dad. I wonder how they really end up together. Well, that wasnt the only opposites they had . My mom is black and my father,white. Well you know what that makes me.
Yea,Confused."

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Some of my friends would say it began when my parents just got divorced, that somewhere, deep down inside me was torn- a scar that would change me , a scar that would not be healed anytime soon and would make a big impact on the decisions I made further on .
But for me, it really began that morning. When things came into perspective, and the results of my bad decisions began to take root. Only didnt I know that they would affect me like they did.

Now, with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart, I tell you ..my story.

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Sally Newman's POV

That morning I woke up by the crack of dawn.
I usually don't wake up that early, but a nagging and uneasy feeling had overcome me and I just had to get up.
I pulled the white silk sheet that lied comfortably, seemingly caressed by its own coziness, from over my head. I sat up on the edge of my bed. I glanced over to my tablet that lay on the stool close to my bed.
I reached for it.
"5:35 A.M."
"What am I doing up so early?" I asked myself .
I threw my S6 on the floor and lay my head back on my pillow.

I sighed

Desperate moments like these recurred since the day my parents finalized there divorce. Dad cheated on my mom with his secretary, and impregnated her ( and to make matters worse she got twins) .
I hated him. He expected me to be perfect yet he wasn't- he wasnt even trying.
On that day, about three years before, at age 14 I lost almost all respect for my dad. He was a pathological lier , an occupational hazard he had always tried to deny . Being the son of frank Newman, owner of the renowed law agency "Newman and sons" he was paved and pottered into the schemes of such stately men. My mom, Hillary, was his total opposite . She was sweet and humble ,characteristics that were totally exiguous in my dad. I wondered how they really end up together. Well, that wasnt the only opposites they had . My mom is black and my father, white. Well you know what that makes me. Yea,Confused.

I had to live a life of trying to be accepted and finding my place in society. Living in Jamaica has made it a bit much easier. My father had won and gained full custody of me, he was ofcourse a good lawyer so he would have won .(I still wonder though how many women he had to sleep with to get It through) so I moved from my s Suburban life in Connecticut.

Then the uneasiness came again . But this time it was not mental or triggered by my unsteady emotions . It was physical, I felt it..... ..In my stomach.
I braced myself over the edge of my bed in time to spew out lumps of liquidated undigested eggplant, spaghetti , mushroom and shrimp fiesta that I had for dinner few hours before.

"What the hell?" I thought

I sat up on the bed and felt my belly. It did feel a bit bloated ..
Well, thats what I get from eating oriental delicacies  10:00 at  night.
My father was always insisting that Yash his new wife,
(oh I didnt tell you? Yea ,he married the secretary b**ch he worked with)Choose dinner, and since my dad noticed that I was becoming a bit "distant" from him,(so he says),he decided that we should go  somewhere nice as a new family and vent.

Ugggh!

The terror! 

I had to spend 2 cumbersome  hours waiting on dad to arrive the Kong Shu chinese restaurant,  from work then 2 more hours listening to him and "Yashew"(yash+eeww) talk about  how happy our family was going to be amidst the (and I quote)
"unfortunate trivial circumstances",  (end quote).

Trvial?!

Was the fact that my mom had been cheated on and divorced, trivial? !

Just the thought of that statement made me angry to the point of wanting to blow another series of chunks .
I ran to the bathroom covering my mouth . But Luckily, I didnt .

I looked into the mirror and stared Into baggy,sunken, dark eyes. My curly brown hair was messy, I looked awful.
I was always known as a pretty enouh girl, famous for my big brown eyes  and beautiful  natural hairdos.  My caramel skin tone was also a favorite  .

But you know, that was before  the divorce.

Now amidst the  overwhelming fact that my father wanted me to achieve "secular attraction":the looks, the smarts and everything;I cared  even less about that, especially if it was going to please him. 

" Stay Calm sally , don't get too workd up. You know what happens when you get like this". I reassured myself.

Short -ish chapter.  Hope you identified the foreshadowing
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