"Another day at school" I thought with a sigh as I walked down to my car swinging my keys in my hands.
Most rich kids have drivers who drive them but I like the feeling of my freedom. It might sound weird but the only time when I feel the most free is when I am driving especially when I am going so fast that would probably break the normal speed limit.
I purposely skipped breakfast, not wanting to eat with the hypocrites in the house and so as not have another confrontation with my step mother. At least I will have some peace of mind in the morning today.
But my peace of mind was short lived.
Once I got outside, I saw my father standing in front of the house as if he was waiting for someone and by the look of his face, that someone is me and him being as impatient as ever was already getting pissed off.
" Good morning" I greeted him as I went to go across him praying to the heavens that he would leave me alone.
" Get into the car" He ordered with his no nonsense tone which was actually the only tone he used on me whenever we were alone.
" There goes my fun" I thought as I stepped into the car that was already opened for me.
We sat in silence as the driver started the car. I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. That's funny, right? I can't even stay in a closed space with my father without looking for what to do so I won't be uncomfortable.
Using my phone was not an option either. Just knowing my dad was enough of a reason why I can't use my phone at this moment so I opt out to what I always did.
" Stop playing with your nails. You are no longer a baby" He said suddenly. He turned towards me and I wondered what he wanted to talk about. I don't remember getting into any trouble this time and he is definitely not the kind to ask questions about my welfare or how school is going as long as I remain the top student.
" You should learn how to behave like a mature lady" He said pausing a little to look at his watch as if I was the one wasting his precious time
" I think we have pampered you enough especially with that stupid stunt you pulled on Friday" So, the reason for this talk was the other day.
" Pamper" I thought in my head as I scoffed internally. I don't dare do it out loud but the absurdity of his statement was too much.
" The other night when we had guests over, I could sense the sarcastic manner you spoke to your mother in front of guests. It is important that you learn how to control the way you speak in front of people especially those two guests we had over. I don't want them to see you as the spoilt brat you are so don't you dare spoil my plans" That had got to be the longest I had heard my father speak to me and why was my character even important especially when in a business deal.
I can just stay out of sight after greeting them like I always did. Another thing he said caught my attention.
" Mother, more like mistress" I thought to myself before realizing that I must have spoken out loud because of the way my father's face hardened.
" What did you just say?" He asked me. The last time I said that my face only used one tone on me, I was definitely wrong. This was the tone that he used before he usually hit me.
I flinched, expecting what was to come but a knock was heard in the car.
We must have reached school. For the first time, I was grateful for school.
" Who is that?" My father said angrily before opening the door and the next second, I could hear the way my father's voice changed drastically. He was apologizing to someone about just having a bad morning and laughing at their joke.
I heard him excuse himself before entering the car again.
" Today must be your lucky" He said coldly, "Arrange yourself and come out to greet some people. You look like a beaten dog" He went out closing the door after that.
I came out about ten more minutes after that ( done purposely, by the way) and it was the same couple that came to our house the other day, the owner of our school. I greeted them both and stood beside my father.
" I didn't know our little Wian was inside" The woman said with her usual enthusiastic character.
" You know how the kids are today. She was probably doing what teens do" My father said in a way that felt like a doting father who was scolding his daughter.
The couple started laughing saying 'Kids this day ' while I just stood there wanting to get the hell out of here. They must have been the reason my father wanted to tag along.
" We are almost late" The man said for the first time since I got out, " Let's go to the hall then"
" It was nice meeting you again. We will see you again after the parents- reach meet" The woman said waving as she left.
I already forgot what today was because it was always of no use remembering it. My father never attended anyways and I sure as hell don't even want him to. My mother was the one who usually came and after she died, no one came. Everyone just assumed that he was really busy.
" What an arrogant bastard" My father said once they were out of hearing sight.
My father hated people that were higher than him and no matter how friendly he was in front of them, I knew he was obviously seething inside.
" I will be going to class now" I said walking fast because I did not want to be near him again and I was honestly late. Now, I had to deal with the teacher who was currently in class now and I pray that it was someone that did not hate me as much as the rest