The Undefined Tale

Welcome!!

A/N

Hello Stranger!

Welcome to my book. This is my first story, so I would appreciate your support and feedback.

¡¡¡¡THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORY IT CAME FROM MY MIND AND MY IMAGINATION. PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR PUBLISH THIS WORK IN ANY OTHER SITES!!!!

Disclaimer:

First things first. I am by no means a professional writer so If there are any big grammatical errors please point them out to me nicely.

Second, I have no idea how this story is going to turn out. I have a general idea of what I want to do with this story but things change so... Just keep that in mind.

Third, English is not my first language.

I am only doing this for fun!

Enjoy Reading!!!

------------------------------------

I don't understand what I'm doing here.

Standing in front of a bunch of freshmen without saying anything.

I can go.

Is possible is not like I'm being forced to stay.

Is just, it would be weird.

Of course, I know them why would I be standing next to them if I didn't?.

Well some of them.

I just don't know what to say.

Yes, I am a junior. I'm supposed to be "older and wiser".

So why don't I say anything or react?
It's awkward.

Not for them just for me.

Because I came to stand next to them. I wanted to talk but they were already talking

So... I just don't wanna be rude.

They are so weird.

Tiny.

Yet

Confident.

Snap out of it.

But I am standing here like wallpaper.

A loud honk wakes me up from my thoughts, and I notice a familiar blue car. All of the freshmen stop talking for a second with curiosity, they look around and notice me. They go back to talking as if nothing had happened.

Yep. I'm ignored.

Gracia's pa' I think half sarcastically. Ignoring the looks I get. I pick up my backpack and walk away without saying anything to any of them.

I don't care what they think.

No, I don't.

Nope.

Zero.

They are freshmen why should I care

I deny.

Whatever my dad is already here.

I walk to the car and give my dad a kiss on the cheek (a family tradition).

"Hola pa" I greet half-heartedly. It has been a long day and I don't feel like talking to anybody. But if I don't talk to him I will get in trouble. For being rude.
So I force myself to talk and do my best to sound cheerful.

"How are you? How was school? What did you do today?"

My dad bombards me with questions.
"Great" and I answer all of them. Once I am done answering his questions I try to ask him questions to keep the conversation going.

" How was work?" I ask.
He pauses makes an annoyed face and finally answers.
" It was good," he says plainly. No emotion.

Correction.

There is emotion but it is all being faked.

Great, he is still mad at me.

I apologized but he has given up on giving me a Chance.

He thinks I am a stupid, rebel teenager who will never change.

Why do I have to be so stupid?

I was doing so good! For a month I had acted as an angel child or almost.

I did everything I had to do.

I didn't talk back or anything.

And then I mess it up.

By being mad.

For a really dumb and selfish reason.

Good job.

"Did anything exciting happened?" I ask with an interested tone.

He looks at me with suspicion in his eyes. "No." His tone neutral.

Has he caught on?

He doesn't believe I actually care.

Does he think I'm mocking him by being nice and interested?

Abort mission. Stop acting!

No, you have to be good!

The internal argument blasting in my head. I have morals and values. Personally and for some weird reason, I have the desire to be perfect (which is not possible). That's why I try to be a really good daughter.

But most of the time I fail.

After that little bit of conversation with my dad, I zone out.

---------------------------

A/N

I know the first chapter is a little bland, but just bear with me is going to get more interesting! 

Thank you! 

Bye!