Brakes hit the stop . The metal door squaks open as a clickening sound of the heels hit the pavement. Out comes a rather large elegant woman, in her fourties. Eyes squinting, face drooping in a disgusted type look.
"Hello, my darling" prounces my father, with a slight tremble in his voice. He was a scroogy old man, quite skinny, about his fifties. Much more contented than his mistress.
"Go on," he signals to me "say hello to your-", he takes some time to think, 5 seconds no more, " step- mother" he eventually babbles out. The lady looked dissapointed ofcourse, But no less was I. A tense enmity rushed through and out of my soul as I ceased to breathe. Was I really about to experience one of those depressing step mother stories; I laughed at the thought as I followed the couple over to our residence.
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Anita Bennet
Fiksi SejarahFirst chapter "a 'warm' welcome" intruduces the story of a girl- actually, I am making it up as I go. I have no idea what's going to happen and neither do you, so join me into the life of Anita Bennet!
