Guarding My Heart

Tres : La Fiesta Pt. 2

Punto de vista de Lea

I was fifteen minutes late for my essay hand in with Professor Kinkaid. He was mad that I couldn't keep my promise and made sure to say that he wouldn't be giving me any extra marks for my essay writing and he will also deduct thirty marks from my essay because of my time management. I couldn't do anything about it. What was I supposed to do? I can't possibly tell him that I am hold up a block away just now because I ran into a few hooligans that threatened to tear my essay into half if I don't apologize to them.

I was walking back home when I got a call from Rica, saying that she's on her way right now to get my all dressed up for tonight's party. I wasn't even in the mood to go to the party anymore right then but I said okay to Rica anyways. I would be indirectly breaking her already fragile heart if I said that I'm not up for tonight's party. I was back at home and -almost- tripped on Mr Whiskers again on the white carpet,cursing at the cat, I went up to my room quickly without being spotted by Mrs Rodriguez.

I don't need her to question me about why I rushed out just now. I was inside of the comfort of my own room when I spotted the note on my desk. It was written in a messy handwriting. Without even looking properly at it, I already know that it was my father's handwriting.

Honey, me and your mother will be off at a job over at Hong Kong. Tell your brother that too. Don't miss us too much. xx dad

Since when are they not on a job. Both my parents are always on jobs in different countries. They are working as lawyers. Not business men. Why do they always have to go out and get a job done? Couldn't they just do it here in this country? I mean, a lot of people in this country and seeking for good lawyers and my parents are among one of the good lawyers. They met at the age of twenty six after they graduated college and I think, they just hit it off from there. My mother was from a devoted Christian family but because of my father being Jewish, she dropped her religion a few years after they married. Her parents are obviously furious over it but what can they do about it? She's a married woman.

Liam came along a month after they got married and then three years later,me. They branded me as a mistake because they actually isn't prepared at all to have me. They just wanted Liam but then my mother put her foot down and said that she's giving birth to me no matter what my father thinks. And then, there I was. Liam was treated as the good child even though he isn't but I rarely care anymore. They can play the favorite game but then I'm not going there. I won't get jealous over since a little thing. It's stupid. Even though, yes, I admit. I was jealous of it when I was younger but now, being more mature and grown up, I'm way over that.

I was half asleep on my bed when Rica burst into my room, holding onto a pair of four inch red heels and grinning from ear to ear at me. She looks like she had just won the super bowl. She tapped me on the shoulder and said, in a high pitched voice "Lea!" She shrieked. It was like I was a mile away from her when in reality I was only not even up a half a meter away from her "It's six thirty! You should of have been getting ready for the party right now! What are you doing in bed?!" She was happy. I can tell.

I turned, swatting her hand away from my shoulder. I didn't feel like going to the party anymore. I just wanna lie in my bed and snooze off. Dream of my future boyfriend and my future family. I didn't want to go to some party where I wouldn't even fit in at all "I wanna sleep, Rica. I can't stand opening my eyes anymore" It was true. I don't know why but after that encounter together with the three nut heads and Liam on the street, I didn't feel like going anywhere anymore. It just seemed so wrong. Everywhere I go, I'll surely see that dick head's face. Including in Mrs Rodriguez's bedroom.

Rica fake gasped, her lips pursed together "No!" She said. She was dressed in a black wavy dress that made her seem like a fat lady with four inch black colored heels to match her dress -gown- together with. I don't know why but her taste in clothes are wavering into the same thing as mine. Rica used to have great tastes when it comes to picking her choices of clothes but right now lately all of it just seemed so wrong. I couldn't take her poor clothing styles anymore. "You promised me you would go,Lea!"