So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury) | Under Construction

Chapter Seven: The Start To My Sophomore Year, it fucking sucked

Author's Note: So just an FYI, Joe Mazzello looks a lot younger than he is now, (somewhat like the way he looked in Simon Birch. I love that movie btw lol) Obviously because they're in high school. Anyways enjoy this chapter.
                    -Lily💙

September fifteenth. I did not want this day to come at all. I valued every single day of my summer while I could. I procrastinated at the most when it came to my summer work. I finished my three summer reading books yesterday, and got no sleep due to working on three book reports. I obviously really hate school. I wake up at six and I didn't want to get out of my warm bed. But I have to and I need to get started with this shitty school year, only so that it can end faster.

Try to think positive. That's actually impossible. Whenever I attempt to think positive something negative always happens.  I guess that's just life. I look in the mirror and I'm disgusted with what I see. Not that I'm ugly. I'm not trying to sound arrogant but I just never thought of it. But I notice there are heavy purple bags under my eyes. Ew that whole entire situation looks disgusting.

I quickly walk out into the hallway and rush to the closet. I grab a basket then I sit back in front of my mirror in my room. My dads old makeup will hopefully do the trick. It's better then not doing anything. I clear it out and realize I have no clue what anything exactly is. There is this one little sponge thing and I don't know what anything else is. There is a tan liquid in a thick glass bottle and I'm assuming this is what I put on first. Maybe I know what I'm doing? I have never put on makeup a day in my life because I've never thought I needed it.

I place some of the liquid onto the sponge. I guess I just put it on my face. I'll start with my under eyes because that's where I needed it the most. I place it under my eyes and try to blend it in as much as I possibly can. I think it looks decent enough for me to get through my school day. I then hear my door open and I see my dad with two cups of tea. But then when he saw what I was trying to do to my face, he dropped both of them and they both fell to the floor. I'm confused because I want to know what I'm doing wrong right now.

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you wearing makeup?" He asked me. "Yeah." I admitted feeling embarrassed and confused. He laughed. "Yeah I can tell. That's not your shade at all Tiff." He told me. I look down feeling very stupid. I did the best that I could. "I have bags under my eyes." I told him. "I'll be right back." He said and then left for a very short period of time. He returned to my room with a wet wash cloth. He then got a hold of my face with one hand, and began to wipe down my face with the other hand.

      After three minutes he made me look at my hideous reflection in the mirror. I gaze at myself disgusted by my bare face. "There we go. Beautiful." He said. "Ew. Ugly." I corrected him. He gave me a sympathetic stare. "Tiffany Mary! Don't ever say that about yourself. That's almost insulting to me because you're basically the female version of me. You're so beautiful, and don't let anyone make you believe differently. Ok?" He explained. In a way this did make me feel better. "Ok. Thank you dad." I said.

      "No problem. I love you." He told me then kissed me on the top of my head. "Love you too." I replied and began to comb my hair. "Ok, get ready you don't want to be late." He said then walked out of my room. I braided my hair which has now grown a lot more over the course of the summer.  Now it was the length of my lower back and almost to my ass. I braided it and let it fall to my side. I have to put on the ugly uniform once again.

     It's on my body and I'm now disgusted with myself even more. I grab my book bag then walk down the long stairwell to the kitchen. There I saw Jim and Freddie drinking tea at the dining room table. There was a cup over there for myself. I took a seat. "Good morning everyone." I greeted both of them. Jim glanced up at me and laughed. I don't know what was funny. "Tiff after three years of knowing you, I still cannot take you seriously in that uniform." Jim laughed and shortly Freddie followed with him.