Providing a Good Deed 2

Two.

Enjoy babies!

Omniscient
Giselle held on to her puppy Cocoa's leash as she strolled through the wide and open area. In her ears blasted her daily pop music as she observed her surroundings.

Today was just a regular day for Giselle. It had been a month of Summer and she spent most of her time preparing for Juilliard.

Giselle has always wanted to attend Juilliard. Ever since she was 2 years old she would dance around her parents mansion like a little maniac.

She trained in mainly pointe, ballet and jazz. On her down time, she always perfected her modern and lyrical skills.

As Cocoa halted to maintain her business, she took that time to change the song on her playlist.

Proceeding her trail, she watched as little kids passed by owners asking to bother with their dog.

She took this time to leave and go back home. She hates for anyone to touch, or bother her puppy.
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"Giselle." My mom mentioned once again sternly.

I looked up with a irritated expression. "Ma, really?" I sighed. "Why are we having a family meeting, I don't understand."

Trying to stay calm, I rubbed my hands through my hair, trying to focus on wrapping it for bed.

I was in my own world, listening to my old school jams until my mom came up into my room bothering me. She claimed that tonight the family would be having a mandatory meeting and I quite didn't understand.

What topic could we possibly speak on, yet alone... all three of us.

"Giselle Monét." She snatched the bristle brush from out of my tiny hand and pointed her lanky finger in my face. "Get your ass downstairs right now. I'm not gone ask yo hardheaded ass any more!"

I stood up with the slightest attitude. Mainly, because I didn't want to get in any more hot water than I probably was already in. Letting my hair hang all over the place from not finishing it, I sighed.

I walked across my large and spacey room, throwing on my cushioned pajama pants. My mom stood in the doorway, waiting.

I motioned for her to go and I followed downstairs into the den. Looking between her and my dad, I took a seat at the table slowly.

"Yes?" I questioned.

My mom cleared her throat and scooted her chair over more closer towards my dad. "Giselle. Is there anything that your dad has done that resulted in you being so hostile, or how can I say this?" She paused.

"Distant." I finished for her, looking directly at my father.

Inside, I just wanted to flip over the table and politely say "fuck this shit," but I couldn't do that. I tended to the two and their constant bull shit. My mom nodded, looking over at my dad.

"Well, the fact that he has cheated on you multiple times. Not to mention, this family has been separated for 2 years. Yeah I didn't forget." I snorted.

"I was 10 years old at the time when he pulled that stunt. He wanted to be a dumb ass and 'accidentally' get a 24 year old pregnant. Good thing she got an abortion though. Right dad?" I smiled.