When I got home I was shocked by what I saw.
There was a man in my house, and it was not my father.
Mum was sitting at the table with a strange man opposite her.
"Umm..." I said, trying not to draw the wrong conclusion and get angry.
"Chloe!" mum said, surprised, "What are you doing here?"
"I live here, remember? You're my mother." I replied, my voice dripping sarcasm.
"Of course," she replied, gathering her initial shock and composing herself, "I just didn't expect you home so soon, did you leave school early?"
"Actually," I replied, again unable to hide the thick sarcasm, "it's four thirty, I'm late."
"Oh, I lost track of time."
"Uh huh... well I'll be in my room."
"Oh! Where are my manners?" (wherever you put them, I thought grumpily) "I forgot, this is Colin."
"Hi, bye." I said dismissively.
As I was walking away, I heard him quietly say to mum, "So, she still hasn't gotten over the divorce then?"
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By dinner, Colin was gone and it was just me and mum. She was unusually chirpy, even for her.
I was trying my absolute best not to scream at her, ask why she was sneaking around behind Dad's back, ask how long it was going on, was Dad even the reason they separated? Because she seemed to blame it on him. I had so many questions, but there was just one big one; what on earth did Colin mean?
By the end of the meal, I cracked and screamed at her. Not with words, just screaming, then I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.
"I'll be at Zane's." I said, and she knew what that meant. It meant that I was really pissed.
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Life for the imperfect
Teen FictionChloe McAdams is starting high school. It's supposed to be the best years of her life, but she's a nerd, so it might be the worst. She has to deal with pressures of homework, friends and boyfriends, not to mention bullies.
