Genevieve Point of View

Urg I wake up out of bed for another day of school. Now I have to go through my daily schedule, of taking a shower, doing my hair and then my make-up. But thank God my school has uniform or I would have to wake up an extra two hours to figure out what to wear. Oh I forget to tell you this, my name. It is Genevieve Alexandra Bolton, I love my name isn't it awesome. It is so different.

You might ask why my name is so familiar. Well my father is well-known basketball player Troy Alexander Bolton and my mother Gabriella Anne Montez also well known Actress and singer. They didn't meet on the red carpet; they met in high school, the way they met is so cute and interesting. They went out in high school and then broke up because my daddy was going to college and my mom was pursuing her dream. Then four years later, my mom went to one of his basketball in the town she was having a concert.

So she went to game, after the game she went to the locker room. They talked and caught up. Then 9 ½ months I was popped out on November 4, 2012. The day they wanted to get married, but that didn't happen because of little old me. But they still got married on that day, just a year later. When my birthday rolls around, the day is dedicated to me and then the night, well lets just say I don't see them for a whole weekend and glad they get a hotel room. That's all you need to know about me right now. There's nothing you know that I don't know, right. Sometimes I feel like my parents are not telling me something. For peep sake I'm 13 going on 14 soon, a girl needs to know what going on in her own household. I'm lost sometimes, but whatever. It is time for breakfast.

"Good morning mommy and daddy." I said with pride.

"So how is daddy little girl today?" Daddy asked me.

"I'm good, but I just have this strangest feeling that you guys aren't telling me anything" After I said that they just stared at me with awe.

"She knows something going on." My mom said supposedly in a whisper voice, but that didn't work.

"Yeah I do." I said with enthusiasm.

" Ok baby we will tell you later. Let just get you to school" Daddy said trying to change the subject.

"Okay so who is taking me to school."

"Me and your mom"

" Urg"

"What wrong with both of us taking you to school." My mom getting prissy, she has been getting mad so easy the past few weeks. I wonder why.

" Its just that you guy are just so weird when you guys take me to school." I said shyly.

"Wait I know what you are trying to say I'm old. But honey look at all of this. I still look like how I was in my twenties. So don't mess with me."

"No mommy you got it all wrong, it just that you guys are just to Lovey Dovey"

"Oh you have a problem with us being in love." My dad said raising an eyebrow.

"But we weren't always like that" My mom said while stuffing her face.

"You weren't" I said being shock. I can't see them with out being all lovey dovey and that shit. "Mommy daddy please tell me the story please." I said while battering my eyelashes.

" We will tell you the story after school and it also deals with the reason we been keeping secrets from you."

"Okay Mom."

"So are you ready to start your last week of 8th grade." My daddy asks me.

" Hell yea man. No wait I'm mean yes father I ready for my last as an 8th grader." My parents laughed at me. "What?"

"You are so funny, you remind so much of your mother." My daddy said.

"Whatever lets just talk me to school."

"Lets go" My mom said.

On my way to school was so gross. My mom and dad kissed no scratched that they made out at every red light. It would have been cute if they weren't my parents. But they are. My parents still look like they are in their early twenties. I wonder what is their secret.

"Aye baby girl do you have lunch money" My dad asked before he kissed my mom.

"Yea daddy."

"Okay we are here have a great day at school. Love you" My mom said.

"Love you too, bye guys."

I hope you guys like it a little thing I'm working on.

Luv Ya