Luziane's POV
“”Let’s try it one more time, don’t give up, just repeat after me”
“But it’s impossible; we’ve tried it over fifty times!” I whined, my hands on my hair ready to rip it out.
“It’s not that hard Luz just repeat after me.”
“Uhhg, fiiinee” I stretched out the word in annoyance “what do I have to lose” I released the grip I held to my hair and tried to concentrate.
“Alright. Peter Piper…” He began
“Peter Piper” I repeated
“Picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?” He raced at his words, laughing uncontrollably as a result of the confused expression on my face.
“Wait, wait, wait slow down! You’re doing this on pur-“He stopped me
“SAY IT!” He demanded in his loud, stern military voice
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers a peck of pickled ppp- pp- ppp-,” I stuttered once again losing control before giving up on the intricate tongue twister. I wonder why I’m so horrible at them. They just don’t seem to roll off my tongue as easily as they do for others.
“Ahh! Screw this shit!” I yelled, giving up.
“Hey, watch the language!”
“But it’s impossible! How can you… I mean… Ughhh!!” I practically screamed at the computer screen, shaking it in a frustrating way, my hair falling over my face only allowing my right eye to be seen.
I loved these types of days! It was summer, I was drinking an Oreo milkshake, and I was video chatting with my dad.
“Just keep practicing you’ll get it eventually” he chuckled “Oh and may I just say your hair looks lovely, darling” my dad said giving me a sarcastic wink.
“Yeah dad, I know, I look like one of those Pantene hair models on TV.”I sarcastically replied as I flipped my thick, red locks back dramatically.
My dad loved teasing me when I was too lazy to brush my hair. I wish he could be here and start petting me like a zoo animal but instead he’s out of the country risking his life for others.
Don’t get me wrong, I admire him and consider him a hero as well as every other soldier out there, but as selfish as it sounds, I’d honestly rather have a dad that played princess with me than a dad that was barely ever home fighting for some stupid petroleum in Afghanistan.
But what can I do about it?
I couldn’t tell him just like that.
It just doesn’t work that way; he has a job to do and a country to serve.
“Honey, of course it does! I mean who do you think you got that amazing hair from?” Dad replied as he mockingly flipped his imaginary hair.
“Dad I think you’re confusing me with your other daughter.” I rolled my eyes at his foolish mistake.
Doesn’t he realize I look nothing like him?
I’ve always told him that he resembles a bald Aladdin and my sister resembles a fat Jasmine.
He says I look like the little mermaid. I would agree with him if it wasn’t for the unruly mop on my head I’ve been forced to live with. It’s a curse, it really is. That thing just has a mind of its own.
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Brave (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)
FanfictionWhen 16 year old Luziane Torres is forced to stay with her annoying ‘claim to be a teenager’ grandmother for an entire summer, she expects it to be ‘the worst summer ever’. With her friends thousands of miles away, her father on active duty in Afgha...
