When you're smol the world is always against you. Ziya Kim knows this very well, all of her life she has been considered a midget to the tall ass giants around her. She believes she is average height. Even though family is suppose to support you, he...
I look from up my phone and up at the inquiring voice. Who is this? I wonder.
"Yes, how may I help you?" I respond with a tight, fake smile. Already knowing what they're going to ask me.
"How tall are you??" The person I know recognizes as Josh, asks barely holding in his laughter.
That little fucker.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the insults from falling from my lips, my eye twitched slightly from behind my glasses. I smile, "I'm five feet and three and a half inches. Do you have a problem?" I respond, not even bothering to disguise the attitude in my voice.
He looks back at his friends the smile creeping onto his face as he does so, "It's just that- You're so small!" He burst out laughing and I roll my eyes.
Shut the hell up.
I think to myself, I smirk. One of his asshole buddies look at me and the sneer, "What's so funny, midget?"
My smirk grows even wider, and I lean forward and prop my head in my palm,"I was just thinking that you, of all people would know what small is." Jason and his friends stop laughing and glare at me.
"What'd you just say, smurf?" He spits.
"Shh. Just a tip. Don't beat shrimp, that's animal abuse." I wink and go a back on my phone. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jason ball his hands up into fist.
"That's why you are below the average height for a fifteen year old!" He shouts, his face turning red.
I inhale sharply whip around in my seat, and glare at them all,"Repeat that one more time, asshole."
He snickers, "I'll say it louder, kid. It must be hard to hear things from down there." I bit my cheek. He leans down near my face. "You ain't average height kid."
I back away and I'm taking deep breaths to control my anger.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?!? I'm fucking average!!! BUT Y'ALL WOULDN'T KNOW AVERAGE IF IT PUNCHED YOU IN THE FACE BECAUSE Y'ALLS GRADES CERTAINLY AREN'T AVERAG-"
"KIM ZIYA!!" I turn around to find the teacher looking down at me sternly. "REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE RIGHT NOW, YOUNG LADY!!"
"Shit," I mutter under my breath, I grab my things from my desk. I hear quiet snickering and turn to see Jason and his dumbass friends chuckling behind their hands. I smile sweetly and flip them off as I walk out.
Minutes later I find myself at the priciples office. I sigh as the secretary motions me to sit down.
"Miss Kim?"
"Yes, ma'am?" I reply politely. She gives me a mean look.
"The Mr. Nelson doesn't want to see you anymore this week." I shrug. And she purses her red lips.
"We'll be calling your mother." She adds with a small smirk. I groan and slump in my chair.
Oh my lord. Great. My mother now she's gonna make fun of me, too.
"Hello, Mrs. Kim? Hi! I'm sorry to interrupt...." I zone out and stare at the ceiling.
"Ziya! Someone will be picking you up in a few minutes." I sit up abruptly.
I'm being sent home?? Why??
I furrow my brow, "Miss, why am I being sent home?" She taps her nails against the desk and looks at me over her glasses.
"Sorry, sweetie. Principal's orders." She smiles smugly at me and looks back at her computer.
"Asshole." I mutter under my breath. Minutes later my tall ass mother bursts into the office looking like an idiot, as usual.
"C'mon child." She nods at the office lady and we head to the car. Once we're inside starts the car and looks at me.
"For fucks sake, this is the second time this week. What the hell did you do now??" She starts driving us back home.
"Mom, it wasn't my fault. HEY, CAN WE GET ICECREAM??" I point to the Ben & Jerry's coming up the street.
"nO." She snickers, "I bet they called you short, didn't they?"
"No! They didn't!" I say, suddenly very interested in the seatbelt.
"Lies dot com. You can't lie to your mother. I'm telling your grandfather, he's home from the doctor. Apologize to him, too. He almost broke his back trying to hit you." She gives a stern look despite the goofy grin on her face.
I grin at the memory of my idiot grandfather chasing me around trying to hit me with his cane.
"Okay, okay, okay. I will."
When the car stops, I'm the first to get out and race into the house. I drop my bag near the door and creep around looking for my grandfather. I see him sitting in the living room watching an old bingo re-run and eating some icecream. Wait. I squint.
That old fart is eating MY ICECREAM!!
I see an an empty bowl of noodles next to his recliner.
AND THAT CRUSTY MAN ATE MY NOODLES!!! I'M NOT APOLOGIZING FOR SHIT!!
I walk up from behind him and snatch the icecream from his wrinkly, frail hands. I read the label "açai."
"Hey, you little shit. What was that for?" And he tries to snatch it back from him and I pull it away far from his reach
"It's mine, gramps! Go eat your yogurt!" I retort and eat it right in his face.
"Give it! You bad child!" My grandfather reaches for his cane and tries to wack me with it. I dodge it and run away to the door. I stop abruptly and run into my mom who's blocking the doorway.
"Give your Grandpa back his icecream, you don't deserve it!" She the back of my head. I pout.
"But Mommmmm." I whine and she ignores me.
"God you're so annoying." My Grandfather mutters, from in front of the television. My mother returns the icecream and plops onto the couch, she's grabs the remote and flips through the channels. I lock eyes with her and silently beg her not to do it. She smirks.
"Ziya got kicked out of class for being called short and she talked back!" My mother snitched and stuck her tongue out at me. I groaned and mentally cursed at her.
"HAH! What a child!" My grandfather laughs uglily from in front of the television.
"Yeah! A small child!" My mother starts yodeling and slaps her knees. I glare at them both. Assholes. My grandfather's ugly cane falls.
"Not even a child, what a baby!" They both start laughing even harder, I suck my teeth and head upstairs to my room.
"I really hate the both of you so fucking much!!""
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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS SUPRISE, ASSHOLE. I WROTE IT FOR YOU, GRAMPS. 💖💖💖💖💖 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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