Thread: Sweet Summer Secret { Flash & VenomousLips }

Mr. Collin, this is not the first time your daughter and her friends have caused trouble in our school. The principle stated, hands placed neatly together on his desk. He sat up straight professionally. Everything about him made me sick. Yes, yes, my sincerest apologies Principle Whorluck. My father, like usual, apologizing for my actions. He sat in a chair. The twin chair of my own. Our chairs were a foot from each other, and we were both facing Principle Whorefuck, as I liked to call him. I was slouched in my chair, my arms crossed. I was irritated. This was a complete waste of my time. I wanted to get out of this hell hole and enjoy my summer and all of its beautiful freedom. But of course, instead, I'm stuck here having to listen to him yap away about my history and my crimes. I got in trouble a lot. I wasn't the type to look it. I was in with the 'popular' crowd, but we weren't like most typical populars. We weren't afraid to get caught. We strived for danger and feared no higher authority. The principle smirked a bit, pulling out an empty bottle of alcohol from the floor beside his chair. He paused, before picking up another. Then another, and another. Soon there was just short of a dozen bottles. My father looked surprised. It was all an act. He tried to look concerned, but most of the time he didn't give a shit. The principle continued to pull stuff from bellow him. Though, this time it was a couple cans of graffiti and then lastly, my failing report card. Mr. Collin... He said calmly. These habits are dangerous to her future. I suggest getting a tutor for her grades, and finding a solution to this problem. Unfortunately, I cannot suspend Marie-Jane due to school being complete. But if this were to happen again, I would be on the verge of thinking expulsion. I understand. Thank you for your concern. The car ride was utterly silent. My father was typically calm and we didn't exchange many words. Finally, the silence was broken by my father. When you get home, you go pack your things and your clothes. He didn't even look at me. He kept his eyes on the road. What ? Why? I asked confused. You're the ones going on a business trip, not me. Plus, it's Tracy's birthday. I can't miss it. I grinned, looking back out the window. Well then... He said, I guess you expect me to give in and let you stay home for a whole summer. Are you out of your mind? What are you thinking? Drinking like that? Vandalism? Your marks are dropping more and more every term, and on top of it, to place a cherry on the Sunday, you want me to trust you with the house for 2 months? Even better, you expect to get off of this with no punishment? He laughed at that fact. Say goodbye to your friends, and you can kiss your summer plans goodbye. WHAT!? I don't want to hear it, Marie-Jane! You're staying with your Uncle Ben at his Ranch a few hours from here. I'm driving you down first thing tomorrow morning. You have a few hours to pack. Uncle Ben? You're sending me to a farm? I growled, You can't do this! What the hell am I going to do at a farm with my uncle for 2 months? I don't need a babysitter, I can handle myself! I yelled, fairly loudly. This is not up for debate, do you understand me? Your idiotic habits have to stop. It is my responsibility as a parent to protect you from trouble and to make sure you succeed in life. Oh yeah, dad! You're doing a fucking amazing job! Silence fell between us. A loud sigh could be heard escaping my father's lips. He rubbed his forehead before speaking again. Listen, Marie-Jane. He said more softly, I know I haven't been there for you all that much. Neither of us have, and because of that and business you never get to see family. You haven't seen your Ben in 9 years. This is a good opportunity to get close to him again and to sort your head out. It'll be good time to get away from all the chaos. He owns a nice ranch- He lives in the middle of nowhere. Exactly, but that's what makes it so peaceful. It's quiet. And that's exactly what you need. Be ready by 6 AM. I want to get there by noon. The car pulled up in the driveway. It was a little over a half hour past noon. My father exited the car, quite in a rush. He cussed to himself, complaining about how he was going to be so late. The trunk had popped open, and he unloaded my 3 large suitcases that each weighed an arm and a leg. The door slammed I had gotten out of the car, and watched as my father unloaded the back. Without even saying a goodbye, he closed the drunk. muttering 'I'm going to be so late' once more before getting in the car and zooming out of the driveway. I stood there... three suitcases by my side in a driveway, helpless and alone. I shook my head lightly. Bye dad... love you too... I said under my breath, pretending like I had a normal loving parent. I sighed deeply, and licking my dry lips I grabbed one of my suitcases. I wasn't in the lifting condition. I was wearing ripped jean short shorts and knee-high black designer brand leather stiletto boots. I was pretty short, but with the heels I was 4 and a half inches taller. To top the outfit off, I was wearing an Ed Hardy white tank top and carried a Juicy Couture purse. This is going to be a long summer...