Zakuro sat in the car next to her stepmother. She stared out the
window, bored with the rant her mother was giving. Why should she listen?
She'd memorized it; she heard it every day after all.
"Why do you put me through this, Zakuro? I try to be nothing more than a good mother to you!" her mother was glaring at her.
'First of all, I'm not doing this to you. I'm not even doing anything. You bring this on yourself, wench.' Is what she wanted to say, but all she did was nod.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING? I'LL SLAP YOU RIGHT OUT OF THIS CAR!" the woman raised her arm threateningly.
Zakuro sighed, still bored even after the threat. "Yes, ma'am. I'm listening."
Her mother just continued to glare at her. "What was that tone for?"
The girl kept her mouth shut, knowing that anything that came out would be insulting.
"Well? Answer me! Do you want me to pull this car over and leave you on the roadside?"
Inside, Zakuro swelled with happiness at the idea. 'Yeah,' she thought, 'I really would.' But she put on a worried face so her mother would think she'd won.
Her mother smirked, pleased with herself at bringing down the young girl. "I thought so."
Zakuro just nodded. 'Well, maybe if you weren't so stupid you could find other ways to vent all of that frustration you get from your horrible job. Other ways than an 12 year old girl who you know won't defend herself, because if she does, you can send her straight to juvy.' She thought dryly.
They arrived at their house, which was more like a trailer. The girl jumped out of the car, grabbing her book bag from the back seat. Her mother growled.
'What now?' Zakuro said to herself, walking into the house.
"Why'd you slam my car door?" the woman demanded.
Zakuro clenched her teeth, grinding them so hard that they lost feeling. "I did not...mean to." She had almost added colorful additions to that little sentence.
"Whatever, but your father will hear about all of this." Said her mother in a stuck up tine that made Zakuro's stomach clench in anger.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll unload the dishwasher and make the coffee and fold the laundry." Zakuro smirked inside at the outraged look on the older woman's face.
"DON'T TRY TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE YOU DO ANY WORK AROUND THIS HOUSE! THOSE THREE THINGS ARE-!" her mother ranted and Zakuro followed along in her head, knowing everything that was going to be said.
'Those three things are nothing compared to what I go through at work! How dare you even suggest that you do the slightest thing around this house? You're so- gah! It makes me sick at my stomach to even look at you! Just go to your room and get out of my site!' Zakuro finished, knowing that she'd just got out of doing the dishes.
She sat in her room, staring at the white walls. What a wondrous life she led. She was allowed to have a battle of the wits every day with someone no smarter than a door knob. She yawned, laying back on the bed. She smiled as pictures of Kish and Pai ran through her head. She'd be with them the rest of the weekend, or either they'd come with her to her grandparents' house.
She slowly drifted off to sleep. Pictures of Masaya as a melting duck screaming yogurt plastered her dreams with happiness. She saw Ryou running around with a machine gun, holding the lunch ladies hostage. Pai and Kish were beating Minto with book bags...that probably had something to do with her love of the Inuyasha game. Rettasu and Ichigo were being chased by Keiichiro who was dressed like Cupid. Purin and Taruto were slapping the heck out of each other with...what the hey? Giant Donkey Kong action figures?
Zakuro awoke with a start at the sound of a belt whip through the air. She rolled off the bed to avoid the stinging pain that it would deliver.
Her father stood with her stepmother behind him. It was obvious that she had been crying (or ,as Zakuro knew, faking it so that her father would whip Zakuro). "
"What do you have to say for yourself? Threatening to slap your mother out of the car?"
Zakuro had to choke back laughter. Instead, she kept a placid face, staring down her mother and father. Her mother smirked at her with the self pride you see in a five year old who's just managed to get his older brother in trouble.
Zakuro smirked the tiniest amount back at the woman. "I recall no such thing happening, Father. Perhaps if...Mother would recount the whole story, I would better remember the situation."
She knew she'd just dug a deep hole for her mother to get out of. All her mother had told her father was that Zakuro had threatened her. If she had to tell the whole story, Zakuro and she both knew that she would leave in key details that showed she was lying.
Her father just sighed, snapping the belt to break the silence. Her mother left the room with angry tears, giving Zakuro an innumerable amount of pleasure. Her father glared at his only child. "Why do you do this to our family, Zakuro? All she's tried to do is be nice to you!" he stormed out.
When they were both gone, she fell into a heap of mad laughter. What a lie that had been! TRIED TO BE NICE? THAT ABSOLUTE WITCH?!! She held her sides. Well, she'd won the battle, and it was more than likely that she would win many more, but the actual war was up for grabs...and far from over.
She laid down on the floor, sliding under her bed. At least her mother wouldn't look under here for her if she attempted to murder her during the night. But then again...she got out from under the bed and laid down on top. Death is welcome to those who have no lust for life.
"Why do you put me through this, Zakuro? I try to be nothing more than a good mother to you!" her mother was glaring at her.
'First of all, I'm not doing this to you. I'm not even doing anything. You bring this on yourself, wench.' Is what she wanted to say, but all she did was nod.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING? I'LL SLAP YOU RIGHT OUT OF THIS CAR!" the woman raised her arm threateningly.
Zakuro sighed, still bored even after the threat. "Yes, ma'am. I'm listening."
Her mother just continued to glare at her. "What was that tone for?"
The girl kept her mouth shut, knowing that anything that came out would be insulting.
"Well? Answer me! Do you want me to pull this car over and leave you on the roadside?"
Inside, Zakuro swelled with happiness at the idea. 'Yeah,' she thought, 'I really would.' But she put on a worried face so her mother would think she'd won.
Her mother smirked, pleased with herself at bringing down the young girl. "I thought so."
Zakuro just nodded. 'Well, maybe if you weren't so stupid you could find other ways to vent all of that frustration you get from your horrible job. Other ways than an 12 year old girl who you know won't defend herself, because if she does, you can send her straight to juvy.' She thought dryly.
They arrived at their house, which was more like a trailer. The girl jumped out of the car, grabbing her book bag from the back seat. Her mother growled.
'What now?' Zakuro said to herself, walking into the house.
"Why'd you slam my car door?" the woman demanded.
Zakuro clenched her teeth, grinding them so hard that they lost feeling. "I did not...mean to." She had almost added colorful additions to that little sentence.
"Whatever, but your father will hear about all of this." Said her mother in a stuck up tine that made Zakuro's stomach clench in anger.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll unload the dishwasher and make the coffee and fold the laundry." Zakuro smirked inside at the outraged look on the older woman's face.
"DON'T TRY TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE YOU DO ANY WORK AROUND THIS HOUSE! THOSE THREE THINGS ARE-!" her mother ranted and Zakuro followed along in her head, knowing everything that was going to be said.
'Those three things are nothing compared to what I go through at work! How dare you even suggest that you do the slightest thing around this house? You're so- gah! It makes me sick at my stomach to even look at you! Just go to your room and get out of my site!' Zakuro finished, knowing that she'd just got out of doing the dishes.
She sat in her room, staring at the white walls. What a wondrous life she led. She was allowed to have a battle of the wits every day with someone no smarter than a door knob. She yawned, laying back on the bed. She smiled as pictures of Kish and Pai ran through her head. She'd be with them the rest of the weekend, or either they'd come with her to her grandparents' house.
She slowly drifted off to sleep. Pictures of Masaya as a melting duck screaming yogurt plastered her dreams with happiness. She saw Ryou running around with a machine gun, holding the lunch ladies hostage. Pai and Kish were beating Minto with book bags...that probably had something to do with her love of the Inuyasha game. Rettasu and Ichigo were being chased by Keiichiro who was dressed like Cupid. Purin and Taruto were slapping the heck out of each other with...what the hey? Giant Donkey Kong action figures?
Zakuro awoke with a start at the sound of a belt whip through the air. She rolled off the bed to avoid the stinging pain that it would deliver.
Her father stood with her stepmother behind him. It was obvious that she had been crying (or ,as Zakuro knew, faking it so that her father would whip Zakuro). "
"What do you have to say for yourself? Threatening to slap your mother out of the car?"
Zakuro had to choke back laughter. Instead, she kept a placid face, staring down her mother and father. Her mother smirked at her with the self pride you see in a five year old who's just managed to get his older brother in trouble.
Zakuro smirked the tiniest amount back at the woman. "I recall no such thing happening, Father. Perhaps if...Mother would recount the whole story, I would better remember the situation."
She knew she'd just dug a deep hole for her mother to get out of. All her mother had told her father was that Zakuro had threatened her. If she had to tell the whole story, Zakuro and she both knew that she would leave in key details that showed she was lying.
Her father just sighed, snapping the belt to break the silence. Her mother left the room with angry tears, giving Zakuro an innumerable amount of pleasure. Her father glared at his only child. "Why do you do this to our family, Zakuro? All she's tried to do is be nice to you!" he stormed out.
When they were both gone, she fell into a heap of mad laughter. What a lie that had been! TRIED TO BE NICE? THAT ABSOLUTE WITCH?!! She held her sides. Well, she'd won the battle, and it was more than likely that she would win many more, but the actual war was up for grabs...and far from over.
She laid down on the floor, sliding under her bed. At least her mother wouldn't look under here for her if she attempted to murder her during the night. But then again...she got out from under the bed and laid down on top. Death is welcome to those who have no lust for life.