The Yandere Curse

Chapter 33

Red pov.

I really wish I could tell my parents. But they wouldn't trust me anymore with them. Not to mention they'd realize the real reason I come home limping and tired. My parents don't  even know I'm been in health class. I never gave them the sheet because they wouldn't let me. They still treat me like a child, I'm almost in my final year of high school!

"Red, dinner is ready!" That's my mom calling me. She has blue eyes like me and light brown hair, a slightly chubby form and is just shorter than me. I head downstairs trying my best to seem happy. 

"Hey mom, what did you make?" I ask putting on a fake smile. 

"Tomato soup, sweetie" she tells me getting a few bowls out. I serve myself and sit down. 

"Red, pumpkin, is everything ok, you seem down?" She asks sitting next to me. 

"Yes, just a little worried about school," That's a lie. If I needed any help I would have asked Vio. Even if we have none of the same class starting in a week.

"I could help you," she says scooting over to hug me. 

"I don't really need any and Vio helps me," at least that's not a lie. 

"Who's Vio, I don't think I met him?" Oh yeah I forgot to tell her... 

"He's a 'friend'. The teachers love him and he's really smart," at least they'll like that, they're not the biggest fan of Blue, and there's no way they'd approve of Shadow.

My father comes in kissing my mother's cheek and messing up my hair. His brief description is that he has much lighter blond hair and green eyes, and a goid few inches taller than me. "Honey, Red was just telling me about his friend; Vio," my mother says happily liking his description so far. 

"I take it he's a better influence than that Blue kid." He fakes asks, almost everything is better than Blue in their opinion. I hate it but I have less than two years left.

Now for a monthly topic they continue to ask about. "So any ideas yet on what you want to do?" My dad asks starting to eat. 

"Maybe be an artist," I answer, trying to hide my sadness. To be honest I kinda wanna be a home maker, you know take care of the house and such. 

"Well you should be thinking about it more, your graduating high school faster than we would like," he jokes looking at me from across the table.

Finishing I leave after quietly excusing myself. Hurrying to me room, I sit down, curling up on my bed. I hate lying and being treated like a child all the time. But even if my parents aren't aware, or trying to in anyway, I've always felt pressured by them. Even if I'm quite childish for my age that isn't my only trait. And at times it feels like that's all anyone ever notices about me.