This Family

My dad drove me to school and mum to work. My mum was a teacher in a primary school while my dad worked in an office (that's all I got from them, not my fault). I was in my ninth grade at Wings International, just a normal 14 year old.

As my dad drove my mum didn't stop ranting, my dad added a 'few' words of advice, if you know what I mean *sighs*. As they nagged I felt like putting on my headset to block out their incessant talking, but that will be too rude so instead I busied myself by admiring my self in the mirror. I was dark skinned, like the color of melted chocolates, my skin shone and my face always had this glow. I had upturned feline eyes that were crystal clear, a beautifully rounded nose and to crown it all, full lush lips, I turned heads anywhere I went. Today I tied my jet black hair into a bun and used gel to style the front. I complimented the look with diamond stud earrings and transparent lip gloss. Everyone called me stunning, beautiful, cute, pretty, bla bla bla, but I didn't see myself as any of that. You may ask why, the answer is I LOOK LIKE MY DAD. Whenever I see him and look at myself I always regret why God made me look like him.

My mum could shout and scold and say annoying things that can be forgotten, but my dad knows where to pinch that annoys the most.

Few weeks ago, he seized my phone and headset all because I was angered by his unnecessary talk. He scolded me and took my phone, he did all these things with pure joy and I could do was to grit my teeth and endure. My dad was a harsh man, not only to me but to my mum too. I heard him yell at night when they thought I was asleep and my mum would cry bitterly. I told myself that my dad didn't care about my feelings the way my mum did.

Whenever my mum saw me in tears, she would speak lovingly and buy me a treat whenever she goes out. My mum was good to me. The The problem was that I never felt in place, I never felt like I was in a family.

My dad was Mr. Jefferson and my mum was well... Mrs. Jefferson and I was Jeanne Jefferson, the only child of this family.

I received a sharp slap on my thigh jolting me out of my out of my self admiration. I looked at my mum who gave me a very strange look and then at my dad who was fuming, "So you didn't listen to a single word I said? " He fumed.

"Jeanne... " my mum gives me a knowing look

"Sorry dad" I say.

"Well that won't do any good now, will it?" He asks full of mirth

He throws money at me "You can take the bus back because I'm not coming back her to pick you up" He smirked. I nearly jump over the moon in absolute happiness

"Ok Dad... Goodbye mum" I say as I walk briskly into the school all smiles.

I think I gave him a shocker...