Daring Babe

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Tick

Tick

Tick

Staring blankly at the clock was something I did constantly. Everyday in the same math class I stared at the clock sitting above the whiteboard, waiting for the end of the lesson.

I sighed internally before placing my temple against the cold desk. I was about to fall asleep, the teachers tone of voice never changed. She held the same way of speaking the whole time, not even trying to sound exciting.

Finally the sweet sound of the bell ringing made me immediately pack away my books and pencil case. I yanked on my bag before dashing out the classroom, not bothering to listen to the teachers goodbye.

I strolled down the halls of the school before pushing open the entrance doors. I walked outside and straight away glanced around the parking lot. I recognized my fathers car and headed his way.

I walked to the boot and lightly hit the glass for my father to open it. He unlocked it and I slipped my bag into the boot before slamming it shut. I went to the passengers seat and closed the door as I got in. "Hey Champ."

I smiled in greeting to my father before putting on the seatbelt. "Ready to head home before going to that student/teacher meeting?" I wanted to desperately tell him that I didn't want to go to that awful meeting but I could never tell my father that I hated school, he would never be able to tolerate that.

I forced a smile, "Yeah..." He smiled brightly and started the car. We drove off and began our way home.

Just great...

I thought looking outside the window. Light music was playing from the radio but since my father didn't like listening to music while driving, he switched it off. I didn't like it when he did this because then it meant I'd have to engage in conversation with him.

"So how was school?" I gazed in the corner of my eye at him before answering. "It was okay." Unlike most parents where they'd get the signal and stop asking questions, my father insisted on getting the answer he wanted.

"Just okay?" I was surprised that I hadn't snapped at him yet. I turned to him and smiled tightly. "It was amazing." I closed my eyes but I knew the answer satisfied him.

The rest of the car ride was silent and I was thankful for that silence. It helped me calm down and I managed not to freak out on my dad.

He was always strict and always intense but it had gotten worst ever since my mother died. I was only ten but I honestly can't say I remember her death. All I remember are things my father told me.

He told me she had died from being too reckless and that's one of the reasons why he won't let me do anything a normal teen would. It's not like he can say much any longer, in a few days I'll be eighteen years old and then I'll get to do what I want.