"Kendra, time to get up, breakfast is ready... Kendra!"
"I'm coming" I yelled.
That was my dad, Michiel Elijah Smith, he works as a Lawyer. We live in a big, modern 3 story house. He makes a lot of money and gets pay about $169.00 every week and ends up with a total of $8788.00. We're basically rich and his girlfriend likes to smooch off all of his money. I don't know why he keeps giving the stupid b*tch. He has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, he's 31 yrs old and looks like a 28 or 29 yr old with a height of 6'4ft.
My mother's name is Abigail Barbara Sam Smith or was a Smith, so sad. I don't know what happened to her especially with the relationship between her and my father but it seemed like it didn't end on good terms. I never even met her, all I know is that when I was born she used to come home drunk and would abuse and accuse my dad of every little thing that he did. He told me she was always nagging, until one day on my birthday, she said she wanted nothing to do with me or my brother and left.
To be honest, I don't care about her anymore, she was what you called in my school, a complete and utter nobody. A weak bi*ch that can't do anything for herself. For all I know and care is that I have my dad's money and my best friends Natalie and Jacqueline, my mom can basically just drop in a hole.
My brother, is Liam Benjamin Smith and we hate one another with a passion, it's our job to dislike each other. He even have a bad relationship with our dad, because every time dad tries to have a conversation or 'connection' (a father and son thing) as he says with him, he always talking about mom and what mom did, or what dad did so dad tries to tell him about how she deserted us, but he won't listen. My brother has blonde brownish hair and dark brown eyes. He is 17yrs old, 5'6ft tall
My name, Kendra Avery Smith, just screams the words baddest, richest and the most popular b*tch in school. I have long dark brown hair and eyes. I am 15yrs old and 5'4ft tall.
I hopped out my bed and went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, showered, etc. When I was finished, I put on a pair of black long leggings, my white Adidas shoes and a pink frilly crop top before making my way downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, dad was on the phone talking to someone and Liam was sitting on one of the stools by the island, eating waffles, oranges, salad and water.
I sat on the stool beside him, took out my phone, went on messenger and talked to my best friend Natalie while digging into my breakfast. Liam looked over at me, looking me up and down.
"Your not wearing that to school." He said chewing. I looked at him like if he was stupid.
"Who said so and why not?"
"I said so and because that is to much cleavage."
"Oh! Which part of my outfit is soooo revealing" I said rolling my eyes. Liam pointed towards my stomach, chewing very hard.
"So showing your stomach that has a belly button and a piercing is to much 'cleavage' boy please,"
"Kendra, I am serious."
"Liam, I am not changing."
My phone rang at that given point of time, it was Natalie and I answered. "Hey girl, nothing you? Oh! Just my brother annoying the sh*t out of me."
Me and Natalie's conversation went on for a while until dad turned around, grabbed my phone and ended the call.
"Dad! What the hell?!!"
"Kendra, listen to your brother and go change the shirt and stop cursing in this godd*mn house." He said putting my phone into his jacket. Liam plastered a big smile on his face, while I gave him a stink look.
"Dad, that is not fair" I said, "Y'all acting like if I have on f*cking lingerie, it's just showing my piercing."
"I SAID TO WATCH THE LANGUAGE YOUNG LADY!" Dad yelled at me, "And go change. I don't even know why I allowed you to get that, in the first place."
I sat there, folding my arms raising an eyebrow at him. I always stand my ground in this house. Dad just watch me for a few minutes before saying,
"Kendra"
"Yes, father"
"Go change"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Because I don't see anything wrong with the outfit that I am wearing"
"Then your not getting a drop to school."
"It's ok" I said getting up, walking straight over to my dad dig in his pocket for my phone and picked up my backpack.
"I will get a drop from Natalie."
My dad just sighed and went on another business call.
"Dad! Are you serious?" Liam asked.
"What?"
"Your not going to do anything? Just let her get away."
I returned the smile that Liam gave me and he returned my stink look.
"What do you expect me to do Liam?" Dad said not paying any attention to him. Dad was clearly annoyed because of me and Liam was only making it worse.
"Spank her?"
"No! Sort of..." He said unsure. "Take away her privileges or something, don't make her walk around thinking that she's the one who owns this place."
I looked at Liam like if he was out of his cranium.
"No, Liam!"
Liam was so angry, that he looked like he wanted to choke dad.
"You see if mom was here, she would have put both of you in your place, but that wouldn't make sense because you would've hit her."
Dad slowly turned around and looked at him like, boy, what the hell, you just say?
"Your mother, left you. She is a despicable lowlife tramp, who doesn't know how to take care of her property, I had to take you guys in and raise you by myself by choice. If I wanted I could've given you up for adoption, abandon you or make your lives a living hell, but you know what, I didn't. So stop mentioning her and stop talking to me about it."
"First of all, mom didn't leave us. You kicked her out. You'd raped and abused her, then after you had your fun, you kicked her out, even though she was willing to look after us because you left her, she begged you to let her carry us with her and what did you do?"
"I saved your life, that's what I did. If I didn't took you in, you guys would've been on the streets all like now-"
"And what if we weren't?"
"You'd have to probably be in some random rich dude's house, surviving on his money because your mom is a gold digger."
"NO! SHE ISN'T!!!" Liam yelled. "YOUR THE GOLD DIGGER, BECAUSE YOUR ALWAYS-"
*splat*
Dad had slapped Liam across the face so hard I thought his flesh was going to slowly fall off, piece by piece. After that Liam had nothing more to say, he just picked up his bag and left.
