Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

Yep. Guys With Blue Eyes and Brown Hair are a BIG Turn On.

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Chapter 11; Yep. Guys With Blue Eyes and Brown Hair are a BIG Turn On.

I woke up, the sun in my eyes and I let out a loud groan.

I sleepily make my way down the stairs and to the kitchen.

Ivan, and Drew were sitting on stools, on the island of the kitchen, eating cereal.

Quiet as Fuck.

These boys NEVER and I mean NEVER eat in silence they always argue about the dumbest stuff. It's normal for Ivan to act like a 2 year old since he's ten. But Drew? He's 18! And one of the 'it' guys in school.

"What's up with y'all?" I asked them smirking.

"Shh!" They make me be quiet.

"NO! THIS IS MY HOUSE! I BOUGHT IT! AND IF I WOULD'VE NEVER MARRIED YOU YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ANY OF THIS!" My father shouted at my mum.

They were in their room. Yelling at eachother.

Seriously? I hate grown ups having arguements. I think it's not mature, especially for their age.

"YOU SHUT UP! YOU ARE THE ONE BETRAYING THE KIDS BY SEEING ANOTHER WOMAN! YOUR FUCKING SECRETARY! HOW COULD YOU? TELL ME? YOU'RE HARMING THE LIVES OF YOUR OWN CHILDREN!" My mum shouted at my dad.

I found myself gasping, was that really true? Was my father really cheating in my mum? And especially with his secretary Jane?

Suddenly I heard a slap.

"GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!" I could just picture my father pointing at the door.

Suddenly, my mum storms in to the kitchen, crying, with a red, swollen cheek.

"Mum?" My voice cracks as I tried to talk to her.

"It's okay kids-" I couldn't hear the rest of her sentence because I stormed out the kitchen and into my parents room.

My dad was sitting on their bed, burying his face in his hands.

I'm tired of this, seeing them fight.

I grew up seeing them like this, and no matter how much they fought they never got a divorce and I don't understand why.

"Sir!" I yelled at my dad. He looked up at me in confusion, as in why I'm calling him 'Sir'. "Yes, I just called you Sir because no father of mine, has ever or ever will hit a woman" I spat out at him in disgust.

"Amanda, Come here..." He pats a seat next to him.

I shook my head 'No' "No. I'm tired of you treating my mom like that!" I was nearly in the verge of crying but I tried to hold back tears.

"Amanda, You can stop now." My mum was now leaning on the door.

"Fine..." My dad sighed. "I'm sorry, It's been pretty tough. And I've so stressed." He apoligizes.

"I forgive you, now say sorry to my mum." With that being said, I leave their room.

My feet started walking to where my room was located. And when I entered it, I run to my restroom.

I did my hair in a messy bun, applied a little bit of mascara, eyeliner, and lip stick.

I changed into white jeans, a black v-neck for girls, and my black Toms.

I sighed and made a choice of what I was going to do.

I called Ruth.

"Hi!" She answers the phone as the cheery self she is.