Didn't I Say So?

TYPICAL

A/N

Hey guys! So this is my first story please give it a chance. Add this to your library and you're in for a ride!

Please stick with me 😉 and also if you find any grammatical errors ( even though I've checked for spelling mistakes over a thousand times- wanna give a good first impression yanno😉) please feel free to correct me gently and your votes and comments mean a lot

Love,

ReadWriteJussab :)

Enough chitchat to bore you, here we are! First Chappie *crosses fingers*

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TYPICAL

Bang! The sound of the front door shutting snapped my attention away from my Math Textbook. I looked around my bedroom from my office chair and sighed.

It's going to start again... And

"What's the time,Martin?!"

...Here we go

"Eleven o'clock", his voice boomed in a 'duh' tone.

"You were supposed to be home four bloody hours ago!" ,my Mum yelled.

Yup! This is basically how my life is. Dad comes home late and Mum tells him off. Over and over and over again...

"How could I? I have work you know!

"Oh! So banging your secretary is work now? I thought you enjoyed doing that... Clearly you don't enjoy work, do you?"

My mother was being sarcastic again . It's just something she does naturally. Especially to shut my Dad up.

It's so funny-in a not so humorous way- how she used to shut him up with a kiss, now it's her witty remarks and the not so secret secret my Dad keeps from her- gotta give him some credit though, he tried and successfully failed at hiding the affair he had with his new secretary.

Or the secretary before that ,who I might add quit her job; courtesy of my Mums' threatening skills.

So x expanded to multiply 32 into finding y into percentage form would lead to the simplification and expansion of finding x would have to be...

I did the math in my head- well I tried to do the math in my head and just when it started making sense to me...

"Pizza!Again?" Came my Dads' frustrated voice.

"I have work too, you know?" She speaks." I can't cook everyday!"

"We can't eat pizza everyday!"

Honestly speaking I don't mind. Pizza for breakfast? Done!

Pizza for lunch? Oh Hell yes!

Pizza for dinner and midnight snacks ? No complaints!

Bring.It.On!

But obviously the thought of pizza didn't appeal to my father. Then again; my mother didn't either but he still put up with her.

There was a time when they were so in love. And I mean so in love that it actually made me believe in fairytales and Disney stories with a happy ending. It felt so real but too good to be true at the same time.

But true love doesn't exist. Before you call me cynical and depressed , allow me to tell you that I am experienced. Not only by watching my parents' excessive and pointless arguments but also from my own relationship.