"Yale! What the hell is this?" Mother threw the newspaper at my face, fuming with anger. Smith caught the newspaper before it could hit me. "I gave you one job. ONE JOB! You could not even do that!"
"That is the matter?" Father came out and stared at me before going to mother. "Are you going to stand there and shout for the entire locality to hear?"
The moment he said that, she sucked in a breath and fixed her clothes and hair. "I apologise for my outburst."
Yeah, right.
"Shall we go inside?" The woman asked holding her hand out to the direction of the door. "We can talk properly in there, right?"
"I have a busy day tomorrow," I said, walking past her. Moving away the moment she tried to grab me. "Mother, I am sure you know that our school is the most prominent when it comes to our Sports Festival. If they see any bruises on me, what are they going to think?"
