Kelly: A Beauty Within

Chapter 3

I was supposed to go over to his house to eat the next next day, but it got rescheduled because I was on punishment for yelling at Jenna. I had to go to her house and apologize to her and even though I didn't feel like I had to, her parents did.

'Now Kelly you know that was a very mean thing to do.' My dad acted out at breakfast, 'You never yell at people. It hurts feelings.'

I glanced at him and kept eating my cereal.

"Kelly I'm trying to talk to you." He said sternly.

I didn't reply, I just kept eating my cereal.

"Kelly. I'm talking to you." He banged his hand on the table.

I sat my spoon inside of the cereal bowl and started to storm to my room, but I felt a hand spin me around.

"Kelly! Explain to me why you yelled at Jenna like that! You made her cry and her parents are-"

"She was talking bad about Tommy!" I yelled back, "She was being mean so I asked her to leave."

He stood there staring at me, looking perplexed and guilty.

"Kelly I'm-"

I shook my head and ran up stairs. I took out my laptop, started typing how I felt, with tears dripping down on my covers. I often wrote in the journal of my laptop because it was the only thing my parents didn't know to look. I wrote my true feelings. How I honestly thought everyone and everything was. People often thought that because they couldn't understand me, I couldn't understand them. But I could and it hurt to see kids in stores asking their parents "Why does she walk like that?" Or "What's wrong with her?" Or seeing people purposely try not to walk past me on the street because of what I looked like. No one thinks that the things they do and say is meaningless to people like me! But it does matter.

Dear Pete, I wrote. (Pete is what I named my journal.
As you know how, my conceded, overly protective father is. It has happened again today. One of my friends said that I hurt her feelings and ended up crying. The story she said was partially true, but made no sense. He just got angry without even asking for my side of the story or if what she said even happened. I feel as if her doesn't trust me, but how could you trust someone you don't know or understand?

In a way my parents raised a stranger. I've lived here for 15 years and still my mother fixed me a juice box, and my dad still kissed my "bo bo's". My door slowly opened and then my dad walked in. I closed my laptop and sat up.

'I'm sorry for yelling at you.' My said acted out in sign language, 'It was wrong for me not to ask is you did anything first.'

I nodded my head and leaned back on my bed frame, 'Do I still have to apologize?'

He looked at me as he thought for a moment and shook his head, 'But you have to come with me to her house.'

I huffled and crossed my arms.

'Its just so I know that-'

I rolled my eyes and looked out the window.

'Just be ready in 20 minutes.' He acted out walking over in front of the window, 'Ill let you go over to Tommy's afterwards.'

I got up to hug him and smiled as he rubbed my back. He walked out of the room and I started getting dressed.

I put on a pink sundress, with a aqua blue ribbon tied around it, my yellow flats, and a my favorite infinity earrings. I ran downstairs, but ended up having to wait a few minutes for my dad to come out of his room. When he finally came out, he was dressed in blue jeans and a dark blue Polo shirt, he had on a pair of brown shoes with a light brown spot on it from the bleach I had spilled on them.

'Ready?' My said said reaching to help me up.

I nodded my head even though I knew I was going to hate going to her house and getting her in trouble for lying, but I'd get to hang out with Tommy afterwards, and that didn't seem so bad. I already figured she'd be mad, but I really didn't care.

We rode in silence as always. My dad really never "spoke" to me, because he didn't know how without insulting me/making me angry/or having people stare at us while he did. He didn't allow music in the car, or anywhere basically. He said it was rude because it made it seem like k didn't want to speak to anyone, in a way that was true; I didn't want to speak to anyone and it'd be nice to minimize the amount of insults I overheard throughout the day. It'd be nice to not get pity stares, and small baby waves from people who thought they we're being nice too. It'd also be nice to deduct the one extra chromosome I was born with too, but you don't always get what you hope for. Little things like that didn't really occur to me until I got older and wiser, making them more important to me than anything else. You may think that people like me get used to it, while some may, many don't, and within those who don't I was one.

My dad pulled up at Jenna's house 20 minutes later. We we're at her front door. I was standing patiently behind my dad while he repeatedly knocked on her door. The door swung open, with Jenna's mom holding open the door. She started speaking to my dad with a frown on her face, she shot me a few dirty looks, later letting us in.
We took a seat on the couch. A few minutes later Jenna came running down stairs with a bawled up piece of tissue in her hand.

'Hey.' She acted out towards me.

'Hi.' I acted back.

Her mom took her into the kitchen (most likely fussing), they came out a little later leading Jenna to have to apologize to me and my dad. She admitted that she lied and overreacted. We left and it was finally time to go have lunch with Tommy. I was very excited! It was like a date right?