Kill or be Killed

Chapter Two

"How was school berdie?" My step-mom said

My Nick name is berdie, when my mother was pregnant with me she would dream of flying and going far in life. But that ended soon when I turned six, my mother went to go pick me up a birthday cake to surprise me when I got out of school. But the surprise i got was my father telling me my mom had gotten in a bad wreck and I wouldnt be seeing her for awhile. A week later without seeing her any, i asked when she will be coming home, he finally told me she had passed away.

But I never belived him. I never got to see my mother again I didn't see her in the hospital and didn't see her at the funeral. Usually funerals have open caskets but not are funeral. I asked my father why I couldn't see her and he replied with a simple 'she looks different' then went to go talk to Steve, Leas dad in a whisper.

That whole time at the funeral Lea and Dixie, Leas mom sat with me to comfort me as my father went off with another women because it was "to hard for him". It was harder for me but I didn't go off with some stranger.

A couple of weeks later after the funeral my father got married to another woman, my step-mom, diana. And I hate her for taking my mom's place.

"Don't call me berdie only my daddy can" I yelled at Diana

"Blake is that any way to talk to your mother like that" my father said as he raised his voice at me

"She not my mommy" I yelled back

"Go up to your room right this minute and think about how to change your attitude"

I ran up the stairs making sure to stump on each step I then ran into my room slamming the door behind me and jump on my pink covered bed. I turned on my right side and looked at the picture on my night stand.

It was a picture of my mom holding me in the hospital and my father holding us close to him. My mother was originally from Texas, she was very tan had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. My father on the other hand has brown hair and brown eyes. Im glade I inherited my mother's eyes but got my father's boring dark brown hair.

I had fallen asleep as I stared at the picture of are once happy family. I then woke up to the smell of food, 'better not be meatloaf' i thought to myself. I went downstairs and saw long redish hair, Diana.

"Um, Diana where's my dad?" I said with my hands on my hip and with attitude

"Oh, hi hunny he's watching tv"

'I said where, not what's he doing' I though

"Thanks diana" she had a hint of sadness in her eyes but I didn't care. As I walked out the kitchen I remember something so I ran back to the kitchen

"That better not be meatloaf" I said with a mean look and pointing my finger at her

"No hunny, its hotdogs and tatertots" she chuckled

"Ahh.." I scream "daddy were having tatertots" I ran to my dad jumping up and down in excitement. When I was done with my happy dance I looked at my father as he watched the tv.

"Um, hello" waving my hand in front of his face

He then shushed me and I shrugged my shoulders and started to draw at the coffee table.

"Berdie go get Diana please" I rolled my eyes at his comment slammed my purple crayon down of the table and went to go get her. We came back in to the room and I went straight to my coloring books.

"Berdie go to your room"

"But-"

"No buts, go to your room now" I father said in a stern voice. I sighed heavily I started to go up the stairs but stop at the top and sat there and listen to what they were saying. I looked through the railing and saw Diana and my dad holding hands. Gross.