| OO . prologue |
"WHY DID YOU not tell me, Amu!"
I averted my gaze to my second step-mother, Atsumi Yamabuki, with a bittersweet smile contouring the edges of my lips. An abnormally tall woman who wore makeup to the extent in which she held the resemblance of a geisha in a sparkly sequin dress. If it weren't for her seemingly radiant and carefree personality, you would have assumed she was a tramp upon greetings. And living under the same roof as the Yamabuki's for two years has clarified that Atsumi and her daughter are, in fact, not what you thought they were.
Of course, the concept of deceiving never crossed my father's mind when he proposed to her six months into their relationship, despite my protestations and constant disagreement. It's evident that he's in love; what a shame the damn lady is only in it for the money we don't, and never will have. I try not to look into it too much though, because it's only a matter of time before she learns that we are not as prosperous as she previously imagined. She'll break up with my dad for the next guy she sees in a bar with a credit card. It seems almost perfect, the thought of Atsumi and her daughter leaving, if not the heartbroken condition my father would be in.
The last time he'd been in such an emotional state was when my mother left, and when replacement wife number one was caught cheating. I can still recall how he refused to eat or do anything, only allowing himself to run away into the bathroom or get drunk at the local pub―the place where he met the woman of my nightmares. I guess you could blame him for my encounter with Satan.
"This is a very serious matter," a nasally voice interrupted my thoughts. "It'll remain on your permanent record, and then what will we do? You're such an embarrassment!"
I held back the urge to roll my eyes at her dramatics. I wish I could throw a fork at her. Or maybe a Moby Dick book. Heaven knows how many pages are in those things. "It's not much of a big deal, if anything, you should be lecturing Saaya. She threatened me, what I did was merely self defense."
"You pulled on her hair!" Atsumi countered, her eyes blazing with anger. "And you punched her!"
"Someone needs to put you in your place. Just ship her off somewhere, hopefully we'll never have to see her again," Saaya screeched from across the room. Speak of the devil.
"Can you just shut up for one minute, Saaya? I swear―"
"She's right," Atsumi declared, nodding vigorously. I stared at her wide-eyed, unable to comprehend any words. Is she serious? The girl was joking, for Pete's sake. "I've been thinking of sending you off to a boarding school for a while now, your father and I have been talking about it recently. And since school's starting soon, this is the perfect opportunity for you to leave the house." And while she gave her daughter commendation for her supposedly "genius" idea of sending me away, I swore under my breath, cursing Saaya's loud mouth.
Where's a Moby Dick book when you need it?
a / n. so it's been a while, hasn't it guys? i don't know if i told you, but i was planning to edit things after the story was finished, however, upon rereading, i have noticed how cringe-worthy it sounds. i apologize for not updating in such a long time, but i am going through the few chapters i have posted and rewriting them [ it's harder than i thought it would be ]. so i will be posting chapter three sometime this month, hopefully this week.
now that i think about it, i should have posted another chapter writing about this, because this is not the best way to do it...
whatever.