The Problems of Being a Hybrid

Chapter 1

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"Dad I'm home!!" I shout as I enter my house. I was just coming back from school when I saw my dad's car. It being parked in the driveway meant that he was back his business trips.

"I'm upstairs!!" he shouts back.

I immediately drop my backpack, take off my shoes (no shoes in the house) and run upstairs. I sprint into his office room and hug him from behind.

"You're finally back!! I missed you so bad!" I cry to him as he turns his chair around and pulls me into his lap to hug me better. Hey I may be a 17 year old, but I'm never too old to sit on my dad's lap. I wrap my arms around his back and cry into his shirt, getting it wet. He rubbed my back, trying to soothe me. I really do miss him, my dad being my only parent and all. See, my mom ran away with some guy after I turned 5, so for the majority of my life I have never known her. When they divorced at the court, I firmly told everyone that I wanted to stay with my dad, and that's exactly what I did, and to this day, I still don't regret that choice. I do have some happy memories, but all that went away with her when she left. At first I didn't understand what was going on, but later I learned the truth of what she did, and I began to resent her. Most people feel bad for me, but I don't care. I have my dad, and that's all I want. I don't want to live with her, and my dad has never made me feel bad that I don't have a mother.

"It's ok Ani, I'm here now. And look what I got for you in Japan!!" he said, and he pulls out a very, very beautiful little bottle that seems so fragile.

What's it for? As I take it in my hand, I realize that it's somewhat heavy, and there appears to be some creamy thing inside. Hmm? I open the little lid at the top, and I realize that it really is cream, and it smells heavenly, like Cherry Blossoms that cover Japan. Oh that's my most favourite scent in the world, and I know that dad knows that. I take a big whiff of it and sigh in content as I lean into my Dad's arms.

"Thanks daddy," I say.

He laughs and hugs me tighter as he kisses my hair and says you're welcome.

He lets me go saying I should start my homework, although I'm not worried because I always get good grades anyway. See I don't think normally like the school expects me to. I think of things differently, give everything my own explanations and definitions. Some teachers hate me for that because I always do that and explain things they can't, especially my math teacher. But my chemistry and English teachers absolutely adore me, and those 2 fields also happen to be my best. Everything else is ok for me too, but I still have to work on my math, since I'm so adamant on trying to work out problems a different way, which is way my math teacher hates me a lot. But then again, it's not like I'm going to need a lot of it anyway. My dream is to be a psychologist, trying to help people with their daily problems that seem to cause them a lot of stress. This idea came to me when I went to counseling after my mom left. The psychologist lady was really nice to me, and we really got along well. She could explain my feelings better than I could, and after my counseling, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I felt a lot happier again.

I go downstairs to get my backpack, and run up to my room to start my homework. I open it and see that I have a lot of stuff to do, and I can't afford to be distracted. I turn off my phone, drop it off in my dad's office room (I usually do that so he knows to keep an eye on it for me), get a bottle of water and start.

At around 8 o clock, after 5 hours of doing homework, my dad comes to my room to feed me my dinner. He knows that once I start something, I don't stop until I'm finished, so he always brings my dinner up, and mind you he is a really good cook. That and he does have good looks, two if the reasons why my friends love coming over and get all sad when he has to leave on business trips.