Being paul's daughter

~introduction~

I am sitting at the Bar stool when my dad, Paul, comes marching down the stairs.

"What are you so stressed about?" I ask him. He is pacing back and forth and nipping at the nub of his fingers.

"Well I can't find anybody to watch you while I'm gone. I would suggest your mother but then again she doesn't want anything to do with us." he says anger feeling his eyes and voice as he remembers my mother's words before she left for some ugly man living in America.

"Dad I'm 18, I don't need a babysitter. I can handle myself." I say with a mouth full of luck charms letting the cold spoon slip out of my mouth.

"No Gisella, it'd be different if it was a week or two but I'm going to be away for ten months." he says walking into the kitchen grabbing an apple.

"Ella," I correct him in a gruff voice. I have never like the whole Gisella thing. It's Way to BAM I got a cool name," if you want to watch my every move then you should just take me on tour with you and those little boyband pop singers." I joke. Dad is the bodyguard for that boyband One Direction. He has never introduced me to them though something about them being to childish.

"You know I may have to do that." he says looking at the counter. You could tell he was thinking about it in his head,"I'm also low on a bodyguard and you can nearly take down me so a screaming fan wouldn't be that bad." he is right I could nearly take him down even though he was a big man. I had trained in self defense and in all the training course that you could possibly imagine since I was 8. That's part of the reason I don't just understand why he won't just let me stay home alone.

"No dad, I was just joking. I don't want to go." I say my eyes getting round in shock.

"Go pack your bags darling. It looks like it's your only choice." he says walking away.

I let out a sigh and finish my cereal. I only have a day to pack because dad is leaving tomorrow. This is definitely going to be fun. Dad is always talking about how obnoxious the boys are and when he thinks he is finally done with them he has to come home to me. I don't think I am that bad. I had only gotten into three fights last year compared to the seven the year before. I think I did pretty good.

I also love playing jokes on my dad. Just the usual ,salt on the tooth brush, flour in the pillow, rubber band on the sprayer thing in the kitchen. So combining the two of use might not be the best idea. Hey guess dad didn't think about that one.