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Chapter-7: Farting And All...

~Clayden~

Janet Chanel Clayden.

Never.

Gets.

Threatened.

This was the first time someone had dared to change that.

Adrian Indelicato, threatened me with dire consequences if I, ever again, messed with him or his gang.

After my sawdust prank, Adrian and his crew weren't seen anywhere.

People said that they were escorted out of the school premises by a hoard of guards.

We had laughed hearing that.

Three boys, who considered themselves as bad boys, needed bodyguards to take them home.

What an insult to the term 'bad boy'!

When I came back from school, my parent's car was parked in the garage. I parked mine, besides theirs.

Before stepping out of it, I prepared myself for everything, they might say and gave a pep talk to myself.

You can do it.

You've dealt with them before, why not now?

Okay, okay, Let's do this.

Repeating this talk again and again gave me a burst of confidence and I walked into my house.

"Oh my god!" I heard mom screech just as I entered the living area.

Her eyes had widened, and she was looking shocked, seeing my clothes.

"Errr..."

Only if I knew that mom and dad would be here...

"We go out for a day or two and you start dressing up like a horse!" She said, flailing her arms.

What?

"A horse never dresses up, sweetheart." Dad pointed out the obvious.

"Oh! Shut up, Edward. Don't you see how she's dressed? She looks like she's some middle-class teenager."

"Janet, you are the heir to the Clayden Industries. You have a reputation to maintain, you cannot go about wearing, oversized boy-like T-shirts." Dad said sternly and most certainly disapproved of the clothes I was wearing.

I don't understand why my parents are so obsessed with their reputation.

"Dad, it's my life. I can do whatever I want. You guys can't control me." I scowled.

"We are your parents, we have every right to teach you right and wrong." Mom crossed her arms over her chest. She was angry.

"You've never acted as my parents, you're never home, you never attend my school meetings, you've never cooked for me, you never took care of me. All my life, I grew up with nannies. You just come home for a day and then you're off the other day."