Sorry about cutting yet another chapter...or shall I say for cutting off Chapter 8 short, but here's the next chapter you've all been waiting for.
"What were you thinking!" Carla demanded her voice becoming even louder with anger. "Forget that, who told you, you could cut your hair?" Jeremy yelled. Amara narrowed her eyes. "No one I did this on my on", she answered with anger in her voice also. "I can't see why you're all yelling for, you should be congratulating her. She finally did something without you two putting your two cents in it," Clint interrupted. Carla drew her attention to her father in law. "You be QUIET, I've had just about enough from you", she hissed. "And I've had all I can hear from you too", the old man growled. "Why you... "Please you two knock it off," Julie begged. "Your right I should", Carla agreed drawing her attention back to her daughter. "What is THAT you're wearing?" she demanded. Amara looked at her mother with her eyes still narrowed and with an angry face now on. "Its my uniform, why?" Carla crossed her arms and stared at Amara, with an eyebrow raised slightly. "That's funny, I don't recall sending you to a school that required you to wear the male uniform. Who put you up to this?" " Why would you think someone put me up to this? Wouldn't it occur to you that I would do something like this without anyone else's help?" Carla paused for a minute before replying and then replied sharply.
"Have you lost it Amara? Did you ever think for once about... "Who your business associates, why should I care about what they think and they're just like you... A perfectionist maniac." " Don't you give me that crap and don't you EVER talk to me that way. Do you understand me Amara?" Amara glanced at her mother without answering back. 'And if I don't', she thought to herself. "Well?" Carla said sharply. Amara looked strait at her mother through her dark green eyes. Her mother's were exactly the same, furious at the other and not willing to back down that easily. "No mother I don't," she answered. A shocked expression showed on Carla's face, but she quickly recovered and retaliated. "How dare you ............ "You never even take the time to really know me so why should I?" At the finish of that sentence, Carla raised her left hand up to hit her daughter. Amara sat and waited for the hit, but it never came. She looked up to see her father holding her mother's left hand away from her face. "Carla WAIT. Amara's right you never really attempt to get to know her," Jeremy said. "Jeremy this has nothing to do with that and you know it," Carla began. "Yes it does." "Don't take up for her, not after what she's just done." "I would have done the same thing," Clint interrupted once more with a smile. "Dad be quit," Jeremy hissed. "Alright son, I'll let you handle it... this time." Jeremy smiled slightly then brought his attention to Amara.
"Amara, pumpkin do me a favor and go to your room. Me and your mother need to talk for a while." Amara glanced at her father for a second. She was surprised that he had interrupted her mother like that, because usually he would have just left the argument alone. Leaving her mother to do and say what she pleased, even if she was wrong. Amara walked out of the hallway and moved to the up stares to her room. She still couldn't help, but wonder why her father had did that in the first place. Was it because he realized that she was right? Or was it because he was tired of the bickering that was going on between his daughter and wife? One thing's for sure, Amara was glad her father had interfered right then. If he hadn't she would have probably let her anger get the best of her and do something she knew was wrong. Walking up the stairs, she could hear some of the conversation that was going on between the four adults down stairs. "You always let her get her way! Everything I do to my child is wrong to you." She could hear her mother fuss. "Your damn right it is," Clint yelled. "Clint please don't start," Julie begged. "Honey you know that isn't... "Oh its true son, so don't deny it." "DAD!" "What I'm just telling you its true." "Do me a favor and don't."
"Fine with me my boy, don't ask me for my advice any more." "Believe me I won't." "Ok so how about I go ask my grand daughter how her day was today," Clint said changing the subject. "Would you HUSH", Carla growled. "Now aren't we being a little cranky." "Dad PLEASE." "Ok Jeremy for your sake I'll hush, besides I have to call my own daughter and see how she did at the bike fest any way." "When did Crystal start back riding bikes again?" Julie asked her husband. "Since she beat her bother at the motor-cross the other day," Clint answered. Jeremy looked at his father with anger. "She cheated," he growled. "Yeah sure she did," Clint said sarcastically. "She did." Amara smiled at how the conversation between her parents and grand parents had quieted down slightly. She knew they would be back again fussing once she reached her bedroom. Suddenly the phone range from her up stairs room. Amara rushed to the phone and picked it up just before it rang its last ring. "Hello", she answered. "I almost forgot to ask you," Brandon began. "About what?" Amara asked. "About my uniform, when are you going to give it back?" "Look you can come get it tomorrow." "I've got basket ball practice tomorrow." "Then wait till the morning, before school." "I've got a doctors appointment."
"Then ask Elena to get it for you." "She's to busy explaining to Brain that she's not seeing any one else besides him. You wouldn't believe how much trouble she got into by just saying that you were her boy friend." Amara shook her head as she held onto the receiver. "I don't know why she's wasting her time doing that, he wont believe her any way. Every one knows how she flirts with other guys." " Yeah I know. So how are things going at your house?" " Why are you worried about it?" " Amara." " Ok let's just say no blood was shed or any thing else for that matter." " Did your parents take it ok?" " Brandon I'm really not in the mood to.. "Pumpkin can I come in for a second?" Jeremy asked standing near the door. Amara looked up at her father. She nodded then brought her attention to the phone. "Brandon I'll call you back," she said pressing the power button on the phone. Jeremy looked at his daughter strait in the eyes while he took a seat on the bed with her. "I'm sorry about what your mother did this evening, but after she saw you she just went ballistic. That's typical of her and I don't blame her for what she did......... I reacted a little bit too," he admitted. 'Not to her extent', Amara thought. "Its just that she's always had this dilemma about having the perfect daughter," Jeremy began. "Dad you know that's impossible." Jeremy smiled at her warmly, just like his father had earlier then chucked. "I know, but you know your mother she's always had high expectations for you."
"Tell me about it", Amara grumbled remembering all of the times her mother made her do things she didn't want to do. "But like she says she's doing it for your benefit, so I try not to get involved." 'Did she brain wash you or something?' Amara thought glancing at her father. "Amara you know she loves you right?" Amara didn't want to reply to that question, it was too hard to answer. Her mother would make her so mad that sometimes she just felt the only reason why she was putting up with her was because it was like a chore or something. "If she did then why would she try to make me into something I'm not?" she answered. Jeremy put his hand on Amara's shoulder. "Hey listen your mother just isn't used to the fact that you took after my side. She's not used to the old Tenou families attitude." " Then what is she used to, make up and junk right?" " You're right about that, but she still is your mother and always will be Amara. Just give her a chance." " I've given her several chances, why should I now?" " Look, try to look at it from her perspective." " If I do that, I'll have nightmares." Jeremy chuckled. "Your defiantly my daughter," he said getting up from his spot. He kissed her on the forehead. "Try and think about it ok pumpkin." "Dad." "Come on at least try Amara." "JEREMY!" Carla yelled from down stairs. "After she wines down of course", Jeremy suggested. "No rush on that one dad," Amara said getting up. Jeremy looked at her one more time. "Don't tell your mother I said this, but I am proud of you."
Amara stared at her father for a minute. She was shocked that he had even said something like that, especially after seeing how he acted towards her appearance earlier. Jeremy walked over to her and hugged her. "Just do me a favor next time and tell me what your about to do before you do it," he whispered to her. "Ok I guess I will," Amara sighed once her father had let her go. "JEREMY!" Carla still yelled. "Leave him alone Carla", Clint snarled. "You be quiet!" "I better get down their before your mother decides to plan your grand pa's early funeral," he said heading for the door. "Dinner's at seven Amara so don't go any where." "I wont dad, but why seven?" Amara asked. "You shut up... "No YOU BE QUIET! two voices yelled from down stairs. "Because it's going to take me a while to break up the fight between the two human pit bulls down there," he replied. "Will talk tomorrow Amara." "Ok dad." Jeremy walked out of the room and back down stairs to the bickering duo. Amara returned to her bed, stretched out on it, and looked up at the white ceiling of her room. She really didn't get it why, did her father change his mind about what she had did so fast. 'He was probably acting on his behalf', she thought. She knew her father was tired of the quarrels her and her mother would get into. Amara was tired of it too, but her mother was always the one that started it, and to think what she did a few minutes ago. It would convince you that all she cared about was herself and her job. But Amara knew better than to think that, even though she wondered whether it was true or not.
She decided it was time for one last try on getting her mother to see things her way. It wasn't going to be easy and she was taking the chance of being hit by her mother, but that didn't bother her now. 'One more shot', Amara thought. 'She'll give in tomorrow, then I wont have to put up with any more tongue thrashings from her. That'll be a relief, no more fussing, except on personal opinions on stuff.' Amara knew this time her plan would work and she just couldn't wait till for the next day to roll by...............
So what do you think? I wrote this today, so please excuse me if some of spelling is wrong. I promise it'll be corrected real soon. Please write a review and remember my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com.
"What were you thinking!" Carla demanded her voice becoming even louder with anger. "Forget that, who told you, you could cut your hair?" Jeremy yelled. Amara narrowed her eyes. "No one I did this on my on", she answered with anger in her voice also. "I can't see why you're all yelling for, you should be congratulating her. She finally did something without you two putting your two cents in it," Clint interrupted. Carla drew her attention to her father in law. "You be QUIET, I've had just about enough from you", she hissed. "And I've had all I can hear from you too", the old man growled. "Why you... "Please you two knock it off," Julie begged. "Your right I should", Carla agreed drawing her attention back to her daughter. "What is THAT you're wearing?" she demanded. Amara looked at her mother with her eyes still narrowed and with an angry face now on. "Its my uniform, why?" Carla crossed her arms and stared at Amara, with an eyebrow raised slightly. "That's funny, I don't recall sending you to a school that required you to wear the male uniform. Who put you up to this?" " Why would you think someone put me up to this? Wouldn't it occur to you that I would do something like this without anyone else's help?" Carla paused for a minute before replying and then replied sharply.
"Have you lost it Amara? Did you ever think for once about... "Who your business associates, why should I care about what they think and they're just like you... A perfectionist maniac." " Don't you give me that crap and don't you EVER talk to me that way. Do you understand me Amara?" Amara glanced at her mother without answering back. 'And if I don't', she thought to herself. "Well?" Carla said sharply. Amara looked strait at her mother through her dark green eyes. Her mother's were exactly the same, furious at the other and not willing to back down that easily. "No mother I don't," she answered. A shocked expression showed on Carla's face, but she quickly recovered and retaliated. "How dare you ............ "You never even take the time to really know me so why should I?" At the finish of that sentence, Carla raised her left hand up to hit her daughter. Amara sat and waited for the hit, but it never came. She looked up to see her father holding her mother's left hand away from her face. "Carla WAIT. Amara's right you never really attempt to get to know her," Jeremy said. "Jeremy this has nothing to do with that and you know it," Carla began. "Yes it does." "Don't take up for her, not after what she's just done." "I would have done the same thing," Clint interrupted once more with a smile. "Dad be quit," Jeremy hissed. "Alright son, I'll let you handle it... this time." Jeremy smiled slightly then brought his attention to Amara.
"Amara, pumpkin do me a favor and go to your room. Me and your mother need to talk for a while." Amara glanced at her father for a second. She was surprised that he had interrupted her mother like that, because usually he would have just left the argument alone. Leaving her mother to do and say what she pleased, even if she was wrong. Amara walked out of the hallway and moved to the up stares to her room. She still couldn't help, but wonder why her father had did that in the first place. Was it because he realized that she was right? Or was it because he was tired of the bickering that was going on between his daughter and wife? One thing's for sure, Amara was glad her father had interfered right then. If he hadn't she would have probably let her anger get the best of her and do something she knew was wrong. Walking up the stairs, she could hear some of the conversation that was going on between the four adults down stairs. "You always let her get her way! Everything I do to my child is wrong to you." She could hear her mother fuss. "Your damn right it is," Clint yelled. "Clint please don't start," Julie begged. "Honey you know that isn't... "Oh its true son, so don't deny it." "DAD!" "What I'm just telling you its true." "Do me a favor and don't."
"Fine with me my boy, don't ask me for my advice any more." "Believe me I won't." "Ok so how about I go ask my grand daughter how her day was today," Clint said changing the subject. "Would you HUSH", Carla growled. "Now aren't we being a little cranky." "Dad PLEASE." "Ok Jeremy for your sake I'll hush, besides I have to call my own daughter and see how she did at the bike fest any way." "When did Crystal start back riding bikes again?" Julie asked her husband. "Since she beat her bother at the motor-cross the other day," Clint answered. Jeremy looked at his father with anger. "She cheated," he growled. "Yeah sure she did," Clint said sarcastically. "She did." Amara smiled at how the conversation between her parents and grand parents had quieted down slightly. She knew they would be back again fussing once she reached her bedroom. Suddenly the phone range from her up stairs room. Amara rushed to the phone and picked it up just before it rang its last ring. "Hello", she answered. "I almost forgot to ask you," Brandon began. "About what?" Amara asked. "About my uniform, when are you going to give it back?" "Look you can come get it tomorrow." "I've got basket ball practice tomorrow." "Then wait till the morning, before school." "I've got a doctors appointment."
"Then ask Elena to get it for you." "She's to busy explaining to Brain that she's not seeing any one else besides him. You wouldn't believe how much trouble she got into by just saying that you were her boy friend." Amara shook her head as she held onto the receiver. "I don't know why she's wasting her time doing that, he wont believe her any way. Every one knows how she flirts with other guys." " Yeah I know. So how are things going at your house?" " Why are you worried about it?" " Amara." " Ok let's just say no blood was shed or any thing else for that matter." " Did your parents take it ok?" " Brandon I'm really not in the mood to.. "Pumpkin can I come in for a second?" Jeremy asked standing near the door. Amara looked up at her father. She nodded then brought her attention to the phone. "Brandon I'll call you back," she said pressing the power button on the phone. Jeremy looked at his daughter strait in the eyes while he took a seat on the bed with her. "I'm sorry about what your mother did this evening, but after she saw you she just went ballistic. That's typical of her and I don't blame her for what she did......... I reacted a little bit too," he admitted. 'Not to her extent', Amara thought. "Its just that she's always had this dilemma about having the perfect daughter," Jeremy began. "Dad you know that's impossible." Jeremy smiled at her warmly, just like his father had earlier then chucked. "I know, but you know your mother she's always had high expectations for you."
"Tell me about it", Amara grumbled remembering all of the times her mother made her do things she didn't want to do. "But like she says she's doing it for your benefit, so I try not to get involved." 'Did she brain wash you or something?' Amara thought glancing at her father. "Amara you know she loves you right?" Amara didn't want to reply to that question, it was too hard to answer. Her mother would make her so mad that sometimes she just felt the only reason why she was putting up with her was because it was like a chore or something. "If she did then why would she try to make me into something I'm not?" she answered. Jeremy put his hand on Amara's shoulder. "Hey listen your mother just isn't used to the fact that you took after my side. She's not used to the old Tenou families attitude." " Then what is she used to, make up and junk right?" " You're right about that, but she still is your mother and always will be Amara. Just give her a chance." " I've given her several chances, why should I now?" " Look, try to look at it from her perspective." " If I do that, I'll have nightmares." Jeremy chuckled. "Your defiantly my daughter," he said getting up from his spot. He kissed her on the forehead. "Try and think about it ok pumpkin." "Dad." "Come on at least try Amara." "JEREMY!" Carla yelled from down stairs. "After she wines down of course", Jeremy suggested. "No rush on that one dad," Amara said getting up. Jeremy looked at her one more time. "Don't tell your mother I said this, but I am proud of you."
Amara stared at her father for a minute. She was shocked that he had even said something like that, especially after seeing how he acted towards her appearance earlier. Jeremy walked over to her and hugged her. "Just do me a favor next time and tell me what your about to do before you do it," he whispered to her. "Ok I guess I will," Amara sighed once her father had let her go. "JEREMY!" Carla still yelled. "Leave him alone Carla", Clint snarled. "You be quiet!" "I better get down their before your mother decides to plan your grand pa's early funeral," he said heading for the door. "Dinner's at seven Amara so don't go any where." "I wont dad, but why seven?" Amara asked. "You shut up... "No YOU BE QUIET! two voices yelled from down stairs. "Because it's going to take me a while to break up the fight between the two human pit bulls down there," he replied. "Will talk tomorrow Amara." "Ok dad." Jeremy walked out of the room and back down stairs to the bickering duo. Amara returned to her bed, stretched out on it, and looked up at the white ceiling of her room. She really didn't get it why, did her father change his mind about what she had did so fast. 'He was probably acting on his behalf', she thought. She knew her father was tired of the quarrels her and her mother would get into. Amara was tired of it too, but her mother was always the one that started it, and to think what she did a few minutes ago. It would convince you that all she cared about was herself and her job. But Amara knew better than to think that, even though she wondered whether it was true or not.
She decided it was time for one last try on getting her mother to see things her way. It wasn't going to be easy and she was taking the chance of being hit by her mother, but that didn't bother her now. 'One more shot', Amara thought. 'She'll give in tomorrow, then I wont have to put up with any more tongue thrashings from her. That'll be a relief, no more fussing, except on personal opinions on stuff.' Amara knew this time her plan would work and she just couldn't wait till for the next day to roll by...............
So what do you think? I wrote this today, so please excuse me if some of spelling is wrong. I promise it'll be corrected real soon. Please write a review and remember my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com.