Recki Star
2013-02-10 01:54:25 UTC
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I suppose I should start this story from that morning. The morning of the day that everything changed horribly - for the worse.
“Hurry up Ria, we are going to be late!” Mum frantically paced the kitchen floor, triple checking the contents of her purse. Like she would find anything different from her last spot-check five seconds ago.
“Yelling isn’t going make her go any faster,” Will mumbled before taking another slow sip of coffee. I sat opposite him, draining the milk from my cereal bowl.
Mum spared a glance between me and my step-dad, then groaned, “I honestly don’t understand how you two could be so – so – calm. I’m supposed to be at the Studio in ten minutes. I would have never offered to drive you to school if I had known we were going to be this late. Ria! Please come out of the bathroom!”
“In a minute,” Ria’s voice called out from the bathroom door.
Mum groaned again.
I could understand why she was so worked up. I used be an on-time freak like my parents, but that was before Mum remarried and I ended up with a step-sister who could never be early – even if her life depended on it.
Will looked up, “Honey,” he began, “You better go to the Studio or else you’ll be late. I can take the kids to school – I don’t have to meet with Mr. Sanyo for another hour.” With her purse tucked under her arm, a pair of high heels in one hand and a set of keys in the other she rushed off, shouting out a word of thanks before shutting the door.
I sighed and then reached out for the magazine Mum had left on the table. The magazine was called Home & Life Monthly and Mum would have never bought a copy if it wasn’t for page 8. I flipped open the glossy pages till I reached page 8 where staring back at me was Mum, Will, Ria and I. All smiles and everything and at the top of the page read: Perfect Family of the Year.
Ria finally turned up. “I’m ready,” she said, but Will took one glance at her and stood up.
“You are not going to school with that amount of makeup on your face!” he scolded.
“-but Dad! It’s just a bit of-”
“No! I am taking you to school until you wash it off.”
“But we’re already late!”
“Don’t care. I’m not having my daughter looking like a-”
And the arguing goes on and on and on until Ria takes off her makeup.
Yes. I rolled my eyes, this family is just so perfect.