"You know the fight is your fault right?" I hear my sister ask and I simply roll my eyes.
At the moment my parents are just arguing about me and I have to stand in my room and pretend like I can't hear anything.
"Caleb stop treating her like a child!"
"Tatianna realize that she is a child! Your child to be exact and you're being hard on her." My dad tries to justify as softly as he can to calm my mothers yelling.
"How can this not be her fault... They kicked her out of a damn private school!" My mother says exasperated and I walk away.
I decide to walk out the house and when I'm hit with the autumn wind I pull my brothers stolen sweater over my head. I put my headphones over my head and walk to the beat of some old school rap.
So, my mom is beyond angry at me again and to be frank with you I'm used to it. This has been a routine we have had for a minute. I mess up, my parents fight, I leave, my dad finds me and tries to calm me down and I argue with my mom.
This is a weekly occurrence. My siblings hate it but sucks for them. I sigh as I walk past our rural community and walk wherever my legs take me.
*Tatianna*
Eve will be the death of me. Already with the stress of work, a childish husband and a handful of kids; its clear that my daughter wants me to have a heart attack.
As a mother; as a person, imagine getting a phone call that your daughter got in another physical altercation and caused harm to a classmate. Then imagine being informed that she has gotten expelled.
Now I was shocked and angry. Caleb on the other hand was happy that his daughter managed to handle her own but disappointed.
"Caleb... You're treating her like a baby"
"Giselle, she is forever my baby."
I groan, "You're actually ridiculous and you're forgetting the fact that this is not the first time she does this"
"She's a teenager!"
"Mara and Mariah were teens too and they didn't do that! Caleb I didn't even do that!"
Caleb just chuckles, "Mara and Mariah messed up a few times. And Giselle if I recall you were quite bad with your fathers side of the family"
I groan as he reminds me of that. I look down at my watch and look back at my husband.
"It's been about an hour... She's most likely at the park on the swings by now" I say and walk upstairs...
*Eve
Sitting at the swings, I look down at my feet as I feel the wind blow.
As Tupac raps about his mother, I bob my head as I am in my own world until something hits my head.
Who the hell throws basketballs?
Taking off my headphones I grab the ball and throw it away.
"Fucking idiots can't even play ball" I mutter under my breath and jump when I hear someone behind me.
"Sorry about that. Basketball practice..." I hear a deep voice say.
A sexy deep voice but the voice of an idiot. I don't turn.
"We'll your ball is over there. Go get it and learn to play before you go out in public" I say and I hear him walk away.
As I hear him leave I see my dad and groan in anticipation as to what will happen.
He comes and hugs me and I hug him back to feel like his baby girl again.
"I talked to your mom and she's cooling down." I laugh at that
"Moms always angry there is no way in hell she is capable of cooling down. "
Dad laughs as he ruffles my curly untameable hair and his green eyes crinkle as he looks at my plain brown eyes.
"True but still. You're a lot like her"
"Ha! I'm nothing like her... She doesn't even know me." I mumble and my dad just chuckles.
"You'd be surprised how much your mother actually knows about you. She loves you."
I roll my eyes and say what my dad is about to say, "Just like Giselle"
*
*
My moms either been at the hospital or out for the past weekend so I haven't talked to her.
So when she comes in and slams papers on the counter I look at her surprised.
"What's this?" I ask
"You're going to public scjool." She states
"But no one else did" I say as this will be another way that I am different compared to my siblings. If looks and personality were not a thing
"Eve... No one else got expelled. You're going to the same school your dad and I went to. Now your dad is not here so wipe that look off your face and go get ready." She says and I stomp to my room.
"You better not slam that damn door" she yells
Too late.
*****
Idk
I had writers block so I'm trying this. If I continue I promise it will get better
