Little Girl's Secret

CHAPTER 5

TEENAGE TANTRUMS!

If you hate a person, meeting him or her is not a moment you can look forward to. 
The reason I wasn't able to make friends anymore was my past, by being quiet and some say mysterious, I kept the world away. If anybody tried to interact with me they'd just be shooed away by me talking in an unpleasant and rude manner. 
I wanted to stay away from people and people to stay away from me.

I didn't want a broken heart, I didn't want to trust people and because I didn't want to, I couldn't either.
I didn't want to break them, or use them.

My parents were still separated and my mom was the one bringing us up single-handedly, I had turned 15 and was studying in 11th grade I was a little smarter than other kids my age so I was a year ahead in school.
It was now that I had forgiven my father a little, which meant I didn't go around telling people he was 'dead' if they asked me, or maybe I had just seen what a strong woman my mother was and I had learned to live with the pain of having a childhood without a father.

On certain occasions my father would drop in, hoping to see us but for a long time I didn't want to see his face, he wasn't paying a penny to help mom bring us up, he would rarely take us out, basically to me it seemed like he had just run away from his responsibility.

After all that, why would I? But that was on first thought basis, on the inside I was actually dying to spend time with him, I'd see kids coming down with their dads holding their hands, fathers teaching them to fly kites and ride two wheelers, all that made me wish I had him too...

I had a fight with my mother, because of which she decided to send my brother and I to my father for the next 6 months.

My brother was jumping around with joy because it was like a dream come true.
We both yearned for time with our father but Ray needed a father more than I did. At least I guess that was the case. I on the other hand, was still rebellious about the whole plan.

We were sent to our father in the last week of March, right after my 16th birthday, we were supposed to stay with him until September end.
In April, my school would start again and I would be in 12th grade.
My pretty face, had pimples popping all over thanks to puberty. I swear I hated it! 
I had to spend an entire summer with my father! It sure was exciting but at the same time I didn't want to, after all I was still angry at the fact that he just left! Left us for his 'physical needs'! Ohhhh! I totally understood every little thing now from the part of him having his affairs to the part where he refused to leave that bitch who would call mom up to tell her 'how good Chandan was in bed, and how much Noor was missing out on'.  

Debrina wasn't the only one dad went out with. There were many more but they weren't bitches, they weren't the kinds who would be sweet on the top and stab you on the back. 

I mean don't people have anything more interesting to do rather than be sadistic!?

That's the only reason I didn't like that woman. She was Cruella in disguise!

I was learning that if people didn't get along with you, it was better to leave than be stuck with them and have a bad taste in your mouth. But dad could have left in a decent manner, told us he couldn't stay with mom anymore.

Anyway, I still didn't like being around people and in any case this summer was going to be super cool...

(Note the sarcasm). ​