Outsiders {Yoya}
Feb 2, 2018 15:19:26 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Feb 2, 2018 15:19:26 GMT -5
Jeune Ely-Nevis
I never understood why my sister has to nag me about every single little thing I do. Yesterday I went to our cousin's birthday with our family and wore my usual attire - black pants with a black tank top and a leather jacket. Neither my mother nor my sisters had time to make me change because I went to the party right after school. I got detention on purpose on that day, because I knew that if I didn't, Kerra would braid my hair and lend me one of her fancy dresses, so I would be looking like a total idiot for the whole evening.
My sister couldn't do anything, but I saw her throwing angry glances at my clothes. I knew that I was in huge trouble, so obviously, I did my best to avoid her during the evening, left the party before anybody could notice it and went to bed early. Going to bed early in my case usually means that I pretend to be sleeping. When my sister checked on me, I could feel one of her "I'll ruin your perfectly fine mood later" looks, even though my eyes were closed. But whatever. I got an opportunity to spend the rest of the night in peace and it felt good.
When I woke up and walked into the kitchen to get my breakfast, Kerra turned around and stared at me disapprovingly. Uh-oh. I had a feeling that this time I definitely wouldn't be able to get away easily. And I was right. I couldn't even imagine just how accurate my gut feeling was. I only began to understand that when I heard the typical "we need to talk" phrase. Unlike on most days, my sister's voice was harsh and kind of cold and I actually thought that I wasn't the only person in our family who could be scary. And then the regular amount of girly rubbish followed. She thought I was being immature and ridiculous. She said that I was born a girl so I have to look like one at least on special occasions. She noted that I looked like a criminal. The usual stuff. So I shrugged and headed for the door, as I usually do in this case. And then she suddenly calmed down and sighed.
"If dad knew, he would be so disappointed".
At this moment I felt like the ground was crumbling beneath my feet. How could she say something like that to her own sister? And how does she know what dad would think of me? For a second I couldn't breathe and then with an awfully frightful look on my face I hissed:
"YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. FATHER."
I don't remember how I slammed the door behind me and how I got to school. I only recall running as fast as I can. The wind was blowing in my face, but I couldn't feel it. I didn't feel the tears running down my cheeks either. I only noticed them when I was in front of the school building and wiped them with my sleeve quickly. For the first time in ages, I actually wasn't late to the first lesson which was even more disappointing.
I got mad. Not only because of what my sister said. I was also angry because it was the first time anyone in our house said something about dad... The pain from ten years ago filled me. Or maybe it was just the frustration those memories always gave me. Suddenly I noticed a guy pushing another boy next to the school fence. I was ready to growl angrily at the thought of how some people managed to make life so unfair and fed on other's sulking. My dad did nothing wrong and I knew it. But he had to go away and mean idiots like this dude had to pick on me and my sisters. And now this guy was bullying another harmless person who had certainly done nothing wrong. DAMN. I couldn't stand it anymore. If I could protect my family from bullies, why couldn't I help this poor boy? And how did I never notice school bullies before? All right, I guess it was just because I didn't pay attention to anyone except for my family. I only thought about getting out of school as soon as possible every day and never talked to anyone there.
I came closer to the bully and his victim.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the train to jerkland already?"
I knew that Kerra would scold me for what I did next, but I couldn't resist it. A kick in the butt sent him flying to the ground.
"Here is your ticket, enjoy the ride!"
I probably went too far because when the guy stood up he had a mouthful of dirt and his nose was bleeding. I felt sorry, but it wasn't the right time for excuses. I turned to the guy's victim and held out my hand to help him up.
"Are you all right?"
My sister couldn't do anything, but I saw her throwing angry glances at my clothes. I knew that I was in huge trouble, so obviously, I did my best to avoid her during the evening, left the party before anybody could notice it and went to bed early. Going to bed early in my case usually means that I pretend to be sleeping. When my sister checked on me, I could feel one of her "I'll ruin your perfectly fine mood later" looks, even though my eyes were closed. But whatever. I got an opportunity to spend the rest of the night in peace and it felt good.
When I woke up and walked into the kitchen to get my breakfast, Kerra turned around and stared at me disapprovingly. Uh-oh. I had a feeling that this time I definitely wouldn't be able to get away easily. And I was right. I couldn't even imagine just how accurate my gut feeling was. I only began to understand that when I heard the typical "we need to talk" phrase. Unlike on most days, my sister's voice was harsh and kind of cold and I actually thought that I wasn't the only person in our family who could be scary. And then the regular amount of girly rubbish followed. She thought I was being immature and ridiculous. She said that I was born a girl so I have to look like one at least on special occasions. She noted that I looked like a criminal. The usual stuff. So I shrugged and headed for the door, as I usually do in this case. And then she suddenly calmed down and sighed.
"If dad knew, he would be so disappointed".
At this moment I felt like the ground was crumbling beneath my feet. How could she say something like that to her own sister? And how does she know what dad would think of me? For a second I couldn't breathe and then with an awfully frightful look on my face I hissed:
"YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. FATHER."
I don't remember how I slammed the door behind me and how I got to school. I only recall running as fast as I can. The wind was blowing in my face, but I couldn't feel it. I didn't feel the tears running down my cheeks either. I only noticed them when I was in front of the school building and wiped them with my sleeve quickly. For the first time in ages, I actually wasn't late to the first lesson which was even more disappointing.
I got mad. Not only because of what my sister said. I was also angry because it was the first time anyone in our house said something about dad... The pain from ten years ago filled me. Or maybe it was just the frustration those memories always gave me. Suddenly I noticed a guy pushing another boy next to the school fence. I was ready to growl angrily at the thought of how some people managed to make life so unfair and fed on other's sulking. My dad did nothing wrong and I knew it. But he had to go away and mean idiots like this dude had to pick on me and my sisters. And now this guy was bullying another harmless person who had certainly done nothing wrong. DAMN. I couldn't stand it anymore. If I could protect my family from bullies, why couldn't I help this poor boy? And how did I never notice school bullies before? All right, I guess it was just because I didn't pay attention to anyone except for my family. I only thought about getting out of school as soon as possible every day and never talked to anyone there.
I came closer to the bully and his victim.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the train to jerkland already?"
I knew that Kerra would scold me for what I did next, but I couldn't resist it. A kick in the butt sent him flying to the ground.
"Here is your ticket, enjoy the ride!"
I probably went too far because when the guy stood up he had a mouthful of dirt and his nose was bleeding. I felt sorry, but it wasn't the right time for excuses. I turned to the guy's victim and held out my hand to help him up.
"Are you all right?"
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