A/N: Most of the story is in Charlie's P.O.V. if I switch to a different P.O.V. then I will say until then it is mostly Charlie's.
I woke up to the morning sunlight shinning through my bedroom window, sat up in my canopy bed and got out of bed. I went over to my window pushing open the curtains a little more and opening the blinds. I then went and got dressed, it a lace coral dress with white shoes. After getting ready for the day I went downstairs where dad and papa were, papa was watching TV with Chris, my youngest brother and the last brother in the house. "Morning Princess," papa said looking up at me.
"Morning papa," I said walking into the kitchen where dad was making breakfast.
"Hungry Charlie," he asked me as I grabbed an apple.
"No, not really, but I should because someone promised to teach me how to drive before I start high school and his name is papa."
Dad looked up from his cooking and papa looked at dad, "Oh...that's today," dad said.
"Yes, because Jolene already has her permit and a car," I said crossing over to the window that looked at my enemy Jolene Summers' house, which was directly across the street. She was the most popular girl in school, a cheerleader, gets the lead in every musical or just a regular play, and is the lead singer in our show choir group.
"The snotty, rich girl across the street," dad asked.
"No, the other Jolene Summers that lives across the street," I said sarcastically.
"Is that the only reason you want to learn how to drive," dad asked.
"No, I just don't want to start school without one."
"That's not a reason to get one," papa said.
"So no not today," dad said.
I crossed my eyes scowling at them, "Why does this world hate me," I screamed leaving the house slamming the door on my way out, hearing something fall and break but I didn't care.
I grabbed my electric scooter and rode it to the school, the football team was having tryouts and so were the cheerleaders. "Let's go Bulldogs," last years' football captain, William, who I have a crush on but here's the catch he's Jolene's older brother.
After about an hour, the football team had disappeared to the locker rooms and the cheerleaders came up to me, "Look here Poodles, the cat has arrived."
I rolled my eyes standing up, "Where you going kitty Kat," Jolene teased following down the steps.
"Anywhere, but here, because the smell of you annoys me."
"Oh, sweetie. It's called being clean, all girls and women does it, but guess that's kind of hard if you live with only guys."
"Says the girl who has two moms."
"Yes, but I can stay clean. You can't," I frowned looking down at the ground.
"It's alright Charlie Cat, it works for you since cats are suppose to smell."
I looked up, "And so is dog breath, so go do yourself a favor and drink some toilet water."
"Alright, I'll do that next time your dad produces a hit series."
"As a matter a fact he is working on a fantastic show now and I'm the lead."
"Sounds like it's going to be awful."
"Why," one of the Poodles (cheerleaders, just in case you didn't catch that earlier) asked.
"Because you little idiot she's in it and I'm not."
"But you hate her family."
"Yes, but I must be the star."
"Brat," I muttered.
"Did you say something?"
"Nope."
"Good, now come girls we have appointments to get our nails,piggies, and hair done," she told the Poodles as they walked off gossiping.
"You little..." I started.
"Hey Charlie," Ashley, a guy yes he is a guy but his mom and dad are obsessed with anything 'Gone With the Wind' related, what makes it even worse is that he gets bullied for being gay and having a girls' name for a first name. So he has his friends call him Ash
"Hey Ash," I say going over to him, as he pushed up his black, rectangle shapped glasses.
"What are you doing here," he asks, "You don't like school."
"I know, but..."
"Let me guess one of your brothers or one or both of your dads."
"Dads," I answered, he nodded, "No, need to ask you why you are here."
We answered together, "Helping Mrs. Brookes."
"How did you know," he asked
"Your always here helping her no matter what."
"What her grandson is hot"
"Her grandson doesn't even like you or even know you exists, better yet he tried to sit on you last week."
"Yeah because he thought I was adorable and wanted to sit with me."
I shook my head, "Keep dreaming Ash."
"I know it's real."
"And I know it's fake."
Ash and I walked around for a bit talking, before I heaed home, climbing up the tree next to my bathroom. I entered through the window which I always leave cracked open just incase, when I walked into the room dad and papa were there.
"Uh. oh," I said turning back to try and run in the bathroom, but papa grabbed my wrist, "let go of me."
"Charlie sit," he snapped.
I sat down in my desk chair, "Where have you been," dad asked.
"With Ash."
"Who," papa asked
"Ashley."
"Girl or boy," he asked
"Boy."
"Gay or straight?"
"Excuse me?"
"Is this guy friend of your's who is named Ashley who you call Ash, gay or straight?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because it's a guy who you are hanging out with."
"He's gay alright, calm down. I know better not to do anything, I hear it every year in health class."
"Ok, we trust you," papa said
"But David, she broke my vase."
"Who cares by a new one," I said crossing my arms.
"Charlie," papa said sternly.
"What we have the money."
"Go to your room."
"This is my room, you get out of my room."
"Charlie" papa snapped "calm down."
"Come on David, lets just give her some space," dad said pulling papa out of my room and shutting the door behind them.
"Life is not fair," I screamed.
