𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 1

SEPTEMBER 7th 1988
~Becky's P.O.V~
A single beam of sunlight shone through my bedroom curtains and directly into my eye. I rolled over and rubbed the dark patches out of my retinas and looked at the clock on my bedside table, 7:04.

"Becky!" I heard someone yell from outside. I know exactly what's gonna happen now. Dad burst in my door and pulled the covers off my body, just how he did every single goddamn day before school. I shivered as the cold air hit my body.

"Come on, school!" He yelled opening the curtains. I groaned and sat up, my hair all stuck to my face and eyes still closed. Dad laughed and walked towards the door.

"Get ready, Becky, I made breakfast!" He said. God, last time he made breakfast it was awful. Like, so bad I was almost sick.

I hate school. We have to wear a uniform. My only friend moved away at the end of last year and it's so boring without her because I've got no other friends.

Looking at myself in the mirror made me feel awful about myself. I'm not self conscious or anything, I just don't like the way I look. And my uniform made it worse. All it is is a white button up shirt with a long ass skirt and tights. I always roll my skirt up because it's way too long and cover it with a belt or I'll get into trouble if any teacher sees it's rolled up.

But when I was finally ready, I grabbed my hoodie and put it over my shirt, and put my backpack over one shoulder. I'm really gonna miss my bed.

Walking into the kitchen I see dad wearing a pink apron and Jim sitting reading the newspaper drinking a cup of tea.

"Morning Jim." I sad walking past him.

"Morning, darling." He said smiling.

"Hiya, dad." I kissed his cheek and grabbed a bottle of water for school.

I sat down at the table and leaned over towards Jim.

"What's he made?" I whispered. He chuckled and leaned in towards me.

"Scrambled eggs and sausage." He responded. Great. I'm gonna get food poisoning and die aren't I? I pulled a face and leaned back in my chair. Jim laughed and poked me. I smirked and stuck my tongue out at him.

"I hope you're hungry." Dad said as he placed the plate in front of me. I fake smiled and put some egg in my mouth. Ew. It's so hard not to pull a face, like it's so fucking hard what's he done with it?! I put my thumb up and smiled because I don't wanna make him feel bad.

"Wow dad, this is delicious." I said eating some more. He smiled and took his apron off, sitting next to me with a bowl of cereal. Typical. He got a bowl of cereal because he knew he'd poison himself if he ate food he cooked.

I tried the sausage and thankfully, it was cooked, but way too much however. It's crunchy like... sausage isn't meant to be crunchy!

Pushing the plate away from me, I downed a glass of orange juice and it up, putting my bag on my shoulder.

"Ok, well I'm gonna go now. Don't wanna be late." I said walking out.

"Wait!" Dad shouted. I turned and saw him grabbing his coat. "I'll give you a lift, see you, Jim. I'll be back in like 10 minutes." He said. Jim waved and continued reading his paper.

"Bye Jim!" I said.

"See you, Becky." He said.

We got into the car and I crossed my arms, I can still taste the burnt sausage.

"Right," Dad said turning the key in the ignition. "Before we go, I just want to say how much I love you. You're getting too old too fast, I remember when you're we're tiny." He said.

"Dad you literally say this every single time I start a new year at school." I groaned.

"I know, but it's true." He said. I smiled and kissed his cheek. I saw tears forming in his eye and he drove off. God, it's just school. Why's he getting so emotional?