Disowned

Cats out of the bag...

                 Here we go again... My mom's legendary speech of how I'm a 'prodigy' and need to do this and that and volunteer and grades and ugh. but at this point, I've completely blocked everything out while still trying to remember the last thing she said to me because she'll eventually pull the card that says- " are you even listening to me?", "what was the last thing I just said.. huh?" oh boy here we go, roll the internal groans." your a gift and you should be grateful to be born into this family?" I replied with the most monotone and unamused voice I could muster. 

             I was sprawled out on the chair in front of my father's desk in his massive study. The walls were covered with shelves that have books, stacked papers, and nick-nacks that he gets from being a traveling doctor, and going to all of the most wonderful places in the world. I'm pretty sure he's seen the 7 wonders of the world I think 3 times now? I don't really keep track anymore because it's not that impressive at this point. Behind my dad's desk are 3 massive windows that lead to a balcony where he usually does his brooding. This leads to how I got into this mess because I snuck onto his study balcony instead of mine. With my duffle bag over my shoulder and covered in spray paint. why does my room just 'happen' to be right next to his study.

              There are 6 balconies on this side of the estate and mine is in the middle. so I confuse the balconies every once in a while and because of that I usually put something out. but it wasn't there. freaking Kraig, our butler must have taken it inside. dam you Kraig and your tidiness. you can already imagine the look on my father's face when I climbed his balcony instead of mine. gives me chills just thinking about it. 

              "That's correct, now go to your room so your father and I can discuss your punishment" my father replied with a firm nod towards me. So I took that as my cue to leave. I don't want to be on that end of the stick again that's for sure. " where do you think you're going?" said my father " uhhhh to my room?" I replied as I griped my bag tighter. "Not with that bag you're not, bring it over here," he stated. I hesitated, not good " NOW."  he demanded. ooooh, the shits hit the fan just now if it hasn't already.

              "No-" I started. "No? did you just say 'no' to me young lady?" said my dad. i gulped. "yes..."  I squeaked. "Give. Me. The. Bag." My dad demanded. I obliged. I watch him open the bag as I gulp. waiting for him to dump the contents all over the floor at my feet once he sees what its contents are. He paused as he examines the various cans of spray paint and different painting utensils along with the sketchbook I've had for years. I bite my lip watching him open the book, slowly examining the pages. he looks up at me slowly. " So Lily... what DO you want to be when you graduate high school..." he says. I look as he stares at me. almost daring me to say anything other than doctor or lawyer like I've lied many times before. 

I decided to take his dare. 

"I- I want t-to be a graphic designer...

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                                              Authors Note

Hello there reader,

 My name is geckochan, and this is my first book and I read a lot on this app/website and I decided, hey, what the heck imma give it a go and see what happens. and if it's bad (it is) cut me some slack here ok first time writing anything outside of school. also if any of you can give me some constructive criticism or give me some auto corrects and stuff. Or if something needs more explanation. Anywho I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want me to write some more haha. 

THANKS

P.S. how do you get rid of the thing that says draft at the top?