Chapter one

Pamela

Living in somers has never been my greatest joy... living in a family in wich your own father doesn t even care about you wasn t my wish... i didn t choose to live in that kind of "whatsoever looking like"family... didn t choose not beeing loved... didn t choose to fall in love with the most popular guy at school... Didn t ask my older sister Pat to be over protective...a nd certainly didn t ask for a selfish and convictive lil sis.

everyday i wake up with that "gum" in my throat,not knowing what new challenges i'll be facing, and when i mentionned challenges i was't refering to challenges you know , i was talking about Dad... not a day goes by without him yelling at me, incriminating me,opressing me and even harasing me. he even yell at mom for protecting me... even if Pat does also but not in front of him, she doesn t dare... Unluckily, it s a pleasur for Paris to follow him on his path...

today's monday, it s 9o'clock. As the bell rang for lunch, i go straight ahead to the cafeteria. Found Jade, my best friend waitng for me, playing with her curly black hair.

"how was class this morning sweetie?"

-boriiiing

-couldn t help thinking 'bout your unloving dad uh??

The way i glanced at her made her apologise

"soory shouldn't have"

-it s allright but... why is she calling me??

i looked on the side where i eard someone calling me, then stare like i didn t know i was the one concerned.

" yeah! you young lady"

-what do you want?

-come sit with us...

- im ok don t buther...and then there's...

- place for you... come on stop sitting all by yourself...

-I don t mind sitting by myself, routine... but Jade's here so...

-sit down

i hated the way she was allways trying to get me involved in everything she was doing like i was treated as a stranger everywhere i was going. taking a look on everysingle person sitting with her(Marc, Sally,Don and Kya) Jade and I sat down on the table.

"whassup guys?"

-oh! hi Beck!!

Beck Logia(logaya), one of the hottest guys at school, he plays bass in a rock band. Jade, him, Porter, Anna, Lindsay and Amanda (these 4 are in the band also) are all my circle of friend.

-where are the others? I asked

"class they have B lunch"

-hum k

- hey what are you guys up to??

-about what Marc ??

-remenmber we have a portrait for art class

-oh yeah you re right!

-i actually have no idea what im going to do...

- you ll be fine hun

Glanced at my sister  once again, then headed to math class with Beck.

Back to my thoughts, i can t help thinking that she used to be just like dad to me 3 years ago. this turn around surprised me at first but i accepted her excuses and learnec to know her better. I'm actually glad to have her as my older sister.

later at home, it s dinner time. we re sitting on the table, eating spicy chicken and baked mac'n'cheese. during this periode of time i was usually quiet.Pat's always trying to includ me in the conversation Paris the youngest and her were having with dad, but i really wasn t interrested.

"what do you think about having a barbecue???"

- don't know...

-young lady, answer properly

-i said i didn t know what i think

- it s not an answer!

-Dad it s ok, she probably don t have any opinion about it

-it was not a reason to answer that rude!

-Patrick!!!!

-what Paola?? Your daughter here, is beeing unnice?!

Mom glanced at him like : "really??" then said:

" listen there s nothing wrong she s done so please stop it now Patrick!"

-come on Dad...

-stop it stop it stoo it!! ok sir sry if I ve been rude to your thoughts... so please sir I apologize

- don t sir me young lady!!!

- well there s no way else i can call you i said in a breathe

- what did you say??

- nothing...

-U'd better...

i ignored his comment and start with the dishies with mom.

"hum i have a soccer game saturday!!!"

-i'm in!! i can t miss my daughter s game!!!

-so am I how about you Pare??

-euh ok Mom is going... Dad you re coming right!?

-i have too much to do...

-yeah sure Patrick!

-Please Paola he answered leaving the kitchen for his room.

Eyes down the ground i didn't say anything.

"don't worry sweethwart..."

-it s ok mom, i don't care anyway.

It was a hudge lie... I did care but what could I do? He was allways telling me not to be devoted to my favorite sport, even though i had straight A's at school, never got in trouble with people, except with him for sure, I allways did my best to be a good girl, it just wasn't enough for him.

My name is Pamela Lang, i'm half tall about 1,65 m, have black eyes, small mouth and nose, soccer is my passion, drawing my devotion and singing my "emotion".

I'm brownie, skinny and 16...

Patricia

Since the day she came home, i felt a strong love down deep my heart for this newborn sister... mum had been preparing me for month to this upcoming event. never understood why Dad weren t so excited bout it. I remenmber him talking about "the mistake" that s coming soon, which we shouldn't be to excited for. anyway, i love my sister and 3 years ago I decided i would never ever be as mean as my Dad is to her. she needs me and i ll be there to have her back.

So when she entered the cafeteria i waited her so she could sit next to me,  i knew she hated that but i needed her to feel the love i had for her. So back home I tried to have Dad talking to her, as allways he never cared. I know he deeply hurt her each time, and I know mum didn t like the way he was getting Par into this. "I don t care" I hear her say. Knowing my sister, i was sure it was a lie. i watch her as she walked down the hallway to her room, then whispered.

"Mum, this as to stop..."

-I know...

-Tell her the truth...

- I don t know what you re talking about

- I m not stupid mom, and i am old enough to understand things.

-I can t tell her, she ll be even more hurt...

i didn t  answer and turned my eyes back on my laptop whom wouldn t tourn itself on.

"come on!turn on!"

couldn t wait any longer and called Pam, i knew she could help me out with this.

"Pam!!"

-yup coming! when she got in the family room, i told her what the problem was the she just, took the battery out then put it back, pressed the on button then i don t know what again, it worked. it took her 2 minutes to fix it.

"you re the best!!owe you one!!"

- no you don t

- yes i do!!

-no you don t!

-whatever Pam, we ll see that.

she smiled to me then went back to her room. the vibratiins of my phone got me out of my thoughts,it was Lola, calling for our math homework. we allways work together.

my name is Patricia Lang, i have straight black hair (from mom), I am tall and 18.

Paris

Earlier today I was walking down the hallways at school. my friend Hannah was staring at my curly and long blondy hair, i supposed. five seconds latermi had a confirmation.

"Damn Paris... your hair!!"

-What my hair??

-just Awesome!!

-thank you... Pam did them

-what!? you let her touch your hair??

- yep... mom told me to...

-well, she s damn good at it!!

-tell me more about it.

i didn t  pay any attention to what she was saying...Pam was good at EVERYTHING... But Dad allways told me she was fake. I don t know why, but I trusted him... its weird... now he s just hard with her, we re together, having dinner, and he s beeing very... Rude, i can tell. but as allways, i just shut my mouth... Sometimesmi feel like rescuing her, sometimes, i just think he knows what he s doing. with my 14 years hold, I don t know much but... I do know Imhace to be a good daughter. And i will do ANYTHING so my parents won t be desapointed.

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