Behind The Mask

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Melanie's P.O.V

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Knock knock

I opened the door to see my dad standing there looking fresh.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked him.

"I'm driving you to school, the weather is bad and I don't want you catching a cold. Come down when you're done, I'll be waiting."

"Okay dad." I closed my door as he went back downstairs. Everytime it was bad weather, either my dad or mom gave me a ride to school. I had gotten ready for school so I didn't have the time to check how it looked outside.

I walked to my window and opened the blinds to see that it was completely foggy outside. One could hardly make out anything. It was scary, I hated this kind of weather. I went back into the bathroom to put on mascara and lip gloss.

Done, I thought.

Today I was wearing black ripped jeans with a long black sleeved shirt, and on top of that an oversized grey t-shirt. I didn't do anything special with my hair, just had it down.

I grabbed my computer and backpack since I had gym today, and hurried downstairs.

"No breakfast?"

"Nah, I don't eat breakfast." That was actually true. "Only sometimes." I added.

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While he was driving, he started talking about my future.

"After your Junior year and Senior year, I want you to go to college and after that do Master."

"No, I don't want to do a Master degree. I want to start working after college" I told him back.
Just because he did Master didn't mean I had to do the same. I'm not that interested in studying, after college I want to get a job.

Period.

"Well, you're going to do masters, I have high expectations of you. You're just like me when it comes to studying. I was also very good in school and had high grades."

Why won't he listen? I don't want to continue studying after college!

I was so frustrated and angry and sad that I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. I tried to blink them away but he kept going on and just wouldn't listen.

Why does he decide what I should do and not? It's my life. I'm the one who's supposed to control it, not him!

I was so mad that I just wanted to scream at him to shut up. I wanted to run back to my bedroom and just cry.

Why was life so unfair and hard? Just why?!

Just stop talking, please just stop!

As soon as I got out of the car, some tears fell down my face. I saw some people stop to look at me when I passed them but I didn't blame them. I was crying and probably looked twice as ugly.

I'm so fucking weak.

I wiped off the tears with my hands as I walked into the bathroom. Luckily no one was in here. I stared at myself in the mirror: red eyes, some of my mascara was ruined and my cheeks were glossy from the tears.

Seeing my reflection just made me want to cry even more.

I took a deep breath multiple times.

Just calm down, I thought. Stop crying. Compose yourself and go back out there like nothing happened.

I can do it! I've been doing it for years.

When I looked as presentable as I could, I walked out of the bathroom to my locker. My first lesson was Literature, hopefully we'll just read a book individually.