I'm No Different, Just Ordinary (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

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I’m No Different, Just Ordinary: Chapter Two

                   

 “Pack your bags dear; and be ready.”

“As if I would be ready.” I replied in whisper as I was fixing my stuff.

“Not with the murmurs.” My dad ordinarily complained behind my back as he was about to go out my room.

“I’m not Dad.” I sighed and just continued packing.

Monday daybreak and it was surely hard for me to stand awake. Probably asking why am I packing my stuff? You see, my father forced me to come and told me I will never like to see what would be the output of my misbehaviour. Starting with the ‘Bonnie-incident’ he pretty much don’t like my actions and told me he would give me what I horribly deserve for acting as a spoiled brat. So I just decided to reluctantly go with his flow.

 After eating breakfast and avoiding Bonnie on what it seemed like forever to drag along; I went upstairs and had a hot shower. Feeling the hot trickles of water on my skin somehow makes me relaxed and made me broke a thought like I never know what the farm looks like practically because I scarcely have enough memory to remember; imagine, I’m just three years old back then.

And another thought caught me off guard and it was about what happened between me and Bonnie last Saturday.

I know I hated her but I cannot stand to be the bully. Let’s say she never treated me like her own daughter either a slave but I just - - I haven’t move on when my mom and dad separated when I was just ten years old. Okay, I must admit; I don’t really like Bonnie not because she’s a bitch but because she took my mom’s place in my father’s heart. Sounds cheesy and a little dramatic? But it’s true! There’s nothing wrong if you admit things sometimes!

I loved my mom so badly and maybe because I don’t see Bonnie as a mother figure or haven’t tried that’s why I hated her hardcore. But could you imagine!? My mother is ten years younger than my dad.

And what will that make her and I look like?

 

Best friends?

Sisters?

 Funny.

Not in a million chances.

In fact; I can’t stand her and she hated me; we just called the quits.

And I wouldn’t live another day with her in a same roof and I will never ever gonna imagine myself being her daughter; because I will never be hers.

And as for my father - -

I know that age doesn’t matter - -