Kats pov
I never get to do anything, i don't know why. my mom barely talks to me, and my dad has always seemed so distant. like they hate me or something. "Kathrine!" Mom yells. i go downstairs, "yes?" i ask. "Take the trash out." she tells me, i put my shoes on and take the trash out. ive always had to do all the cleaning, ever since i was able. when i was two i had to put my toys up, and fold wash cloths. by the time i was six i was cooking breakfast. when i was able to read they gave me a chore list. ive always had to clean, they've never shown any affection, im never allowed to do anything. ive learned to live with it, ive never had a birthday party ever. i turn fifteen in two days, on sunday. Ill only get three presents this year, i figured out how my parents work birthday present. i have a great memorie, so does my mom. when i was two i got 16 presents, i think when i was born they gave me eighteen things, and when i was one i got 17 presents. each year i get one less present than the year before. i know what im going to ask for.
• an iphone 5s
• my permit
• the privilege of hanging out with my friends whenever i want.
I write theese down on a peice of paper and give it to my mom. She reads it and then looks at me. "ill think about it." she says. I go back to my room, later that night i go stand outside my parents room. I hear mom talking to dad about my list. "no." dad says. "Shes fixing to be fifteen." mom says. "So." dad says. "So, she never gets to do anything." mom says. "Honey shes gothic, if we let her go out and about she'll do drugs." dad says, im offended. "no she wont and shes my kid not yours." mom says. "Fine." dad says and they turn out their light. i dont walk back to my room until i know i wont get caught. what did my mom mean im not his kid? if i ask i might ruin any chance of getting to hang out with my friends, but i really wanna know who my real dad is. Ill ask after my birthday.
Monday:
I got everything i wanted, after school i ask my mom what she meant. she got mad but explained my 'dad' is my step dad. he hates me, and forces her to do the same. I ask who my real dad is, mom calls him. But doesn't tell me who it is... well i cant hang out with my friends, but im going to meet my dad.
