Setting My Sister's Dates

Chapter 4

ANOTHER WEEK HAS PASSED BY and we are apparently preparing for our first day in school. Jack is already 12 but he's still in the 5th grade. That is because he is troublesome.

It was their Christmas party and he was still in the 3rd grade, when he punched a boy. He hit him because he was said to be ugly. I am not being boastful here but Jack is really handsome. Many of my friends in school even joke about waiting for him until he reaches 21. I don't bother telling him about that because I know his horns will surely grow higher. I don't like him being bigheaded.

I am really sorry for what he does. He is truly just mischievous. But Jack's kind of sweet. I heard from her classmates that he also fought with a random schoolboy after saying that her sisters are cows. He gave them straight punches and said that his sisters are the prettiest girls all over the world. Aw, my heart really fluttered after hearing that. Nonetheless, the mischievous Jack went back to 3rd grade because of being expelled.

Anyhow, Dad's already here of course and he's packing us food for lunch. I leaned on the stair's handrails and looked at Dad. He is really responsible and I like seeing him the way he does chores. I am so proud of him.

"What's with the cute face, Margie?" Urgh they really call me Margie until now.

"Nothing," I answer.

"She's sad Dad. Apparently, nobody wants to date an ugly, no class, pathetic person like her." Jack talks behind the couch.

"At least, I don't date attention-seeking dumb kids." I respond.

Dad laughs at the kitchen. Pfft, even my father is making fun of me.

"Dad, where's Laureen," I looked around to find her but there is no Laureen in all edges.

"She's already out. She's college now and just look at the time," he points the clock. "You're late and you know that." I almost forgot. Jack goes to school at 8. Oh come on. Why did you guys not wake me up?

"Are you now cramming, Margie?" Dad asks. I really hate it when people asks me obvious questions especially when I am stressed. I really am so stressed because it's so disgraceful to be late on the first day of school. And, I still have to enroll though.

"No," Obviously, Yes Dad.

I go upstairs hurriedly and change ahead. I grab my bag and go out. I forgot, I have no car or any vehicle. "Dad, come on, let's go!"

Dad knows I was cramming that's why he goes out the house with Jack and my lunch box. Yep, I almost forgot that. "You always do that, Chris Margarette. I told you not to do that anymore. I kept on receiving calls from Mr. Parkinson last year. I don't want it to happen again this time. And, it's just the beginning of the school year. I already told you to sleep early so that you can wake up early too. You keep on using your phone. Look at how your face aged. Do you want to damage your eyes?," he's hauling over the cauls again. Urgh! It's an earache.

I went inside the car. I don't want to hear his sermon. I don't want to answer back hurtfully. I am just avoiding it to happen.

I and Jack are in the backseat. Dad's driving now and I can still feel that Dad's a little upset. Hays, I don't like the aura. In spite of everything, Dad and I are bro's. We always see each other as best partners in the house. And seeing him like a million miles away from me makes me feel bad.

"Dad, look, I am sorry for seemingly blaming you," I apologize while going towards the front seat. I hug him while kissing his cheeks. "I love you, Dad."