I'm doing my third fic thanks to all the people who encouraged me to write here on Fanfiction. I hope you enjoy this one as well as you did the others.
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My name is Tidus Sparta and I hate my father for signing those papers that took away all my freedom and privacy.
My mom was only sixteen when she married dad whop was eighteen. It's weird knowing they are only the double of my age and knowing their just a bunch of young adults who still tend to party. My mom is more reserved then my dad so she doesn't go all wild but dad loves good bars and wild parties with his friends from high school. I still think its a tad odd knowing that he is a bit old for it but he is a star at soccer. I for one do not idolize him.
It all started the day I was born. I couldn't remember but my parents told me why they were always watching me. My family was rich and the T.V. network needed new fresh reality shows. My dad not caring if I would get annoyed at it later as I grew up signed the deal even though my mother thought it'd be best if we declined the deal.
Of course when I was little I didn't mind being filmed twenty-four hours a day and didn't mind it when still running around naked in my house or in the garden when I was young. But at thirteen I started to notice that I couldn't do anything with privacy or be alone since the deal required the camera man always around me. The only place that I was alone was in the bathroom.
Today I'm sixteen and at this age I still didn't even date or kiss anyone because of the cameras all watching me and my life was a big hit, millions of people watched it every day. I'm very popular school since I am a star and that my father , Jecht Sparta, is a famous soccer player. One of the best in the world. I, like my father, love to play soccer. It's the only real time we bond, if we actually do bond there. He doesn't lie me that much but I know he would care if I got hurt, he just likes to keep me on the 'edge', as he says, so I can get ready for the 'real' world.
Mom is the only one who understands why I hate the cameras that follow me. Most people think I'm just tired and need rest. Mom was opposing the whole idea since the beginning but finally caved in. She tries to distract me from the cameras or them from me but unlucky for me they are professional at their job and won't leave me alone. She naturally stays in the her garden planting and singing, I got a great voice like hers but dad says I'm a soccer player not a singer.
I tend to lock myself up in the bathroom a lot to get some alone time without millions of people observing me. I also hide with my mom in her garden under the bushes and trees or the tall grassed fields. It's funny seeing the camera man checking under everything. I only got one camera man who actually I consider a friend. He's names Alex and he 'accidently' losses me every now and then. We talk a lot when he is off duty and another camera man replaces him during the night the only bad thing is he only films Saturdays and Mondays.
I opened my eyes at the sound of my alarm clock going off. I taped around lazily of the soccer ball shaped clock trying to hit the off button. In the corner of my eyes I saw the camera man leaning back on the wall filming me. Sometimes I wished he could feel how it is to have no privacy since the day you were born. I dressed in a white shirt and blue jean shorts quickly and ran towards my private bathroom and locked myself in there. I leaned on the door sighing. "Finally...some privacy..." I looked at myself seeing if any hair grew on my face during the night. My dad always laughed that I barely ever got facial hair. The rest of my body did just not the face. He said I looked feminine because of that.
I jumped into the shower and took my cloths off in there. I always did that thinking there was a hidden camera in there and I didn't feel at ease knowing I might be a porn star. Their was nothing wrong with my physique or my private parts it's just I wouldn't like thinking some people might be taking pictures or recording it.
After a long hot shower, I opened the door to see the camera man again leaning on the wall smiling wickedly knowing I hated the cameras. I walked downstairs hearing the camera mans footsteps echoing mine. Mom was sitting down eating some pan cakes and greeted me giggling at the way my hair looks. I quickly combed it down..
"Hey mom." I kissed her on the cheek and made myself some all bran cereal since my dad was a health freak around me even though he would enjoy some good sugar.
I sat down and my dad came in already eating some toast and kicking a soccer ball up and down. He was obsessed about soccer. mom doesn't like soccer very much she'd rather switch the T.V. off and read a book but she did like to see Jecht run around kicking a ball. I have no clue how they met but I'm sure dad liked her because she didn't like him for his reputation.
After putting my bowl in the dishwasher I kissed my mother on the cheek again and grabbed my back pack, ignoring my old man.
"You know, you should be thanking me for not sending you a private school and letting you go to a regular school with regular people." He smirked at me. I knew he wanted to get a farewell from me.
"Good-bye, father ." I said as if I was a bad actor without any expression. Dad laughed ignoring my rudeness. He was nice but evil at the same time.
The front gates to my house opened and closed behind me. I stood there waiting for the bus. I looked at some tourists pass by and snap pictures of me and the mansion. Summer was hear and bringing the tourists. Sure California wasn't that great but heck Canada would kill for our weather. I went there once and found it very cold.
The bus stopped in front of me and I climbed up and looked at all the people hoping I'd sit with them today. I hated the bus since I was the last one on and off and it was always crowded. And I hated when the camera man taped all their expressions when I passed their seats. I sat in the back with a few preps who decided that their music was cooler then me for now. I thanked them in my mind and looked out the window.
"Just another boring Thursday." I muttered.
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Kinda long no? Sorry very long intro but I hope you enjoy my view of Tidu's life if he was real. I will be updating this story every few days so stay check daily and Review please if you enjoyed it.
My name is Tidus Sparta and I hate my father for signing those papers that took away all my freedom and privacy.
My mom was only sixteen when she married dad whop was eighteen. It's weird knowing they are only the double of my age and knowing their just a bunch of young adults who still tend to party. My mom is more reserved then my dad so she doesn't go all wild but dad loves good bars and wild parties with his friends from high school. I still think its a tad odd knowing that he is a bit old for it but he is a star at soccer. I for one do not idolize him.
It all started the day I was born. I couldn't remember but my parents told me why they were always watching me. My family was rich and the T.V. network needed new fresh reality shows. My dad not caring if I would get annoyed at it later as I grew up signed the deal even though my mother thought it'd be best if we declined the deal.
Of course when I was little I didn't mind being filmed twenty-four hours a day and didn't mind it when still running around naked in my house or in the garden when I was young. But at thirteen I started to notice that I couldn't do anything with privacy or be alone since the deal required the camera man always around me. The only place that I was alone was in the bathroom.
Today I'm sixteen and at this age I still didn't even date or kiss anyone because of the cameras all watching me and my life was a big hit, millions of people watched it every day. I'm very popular school since I am a star and that my father , Jecht Sparta, is a famous soccer player. One of the best in the world. I, like my father, love to play soccer. It's the only real time we bond, if we actually do bond there. He doesn't lie me that much but I know he would care if I got hurt, he just likes to keep me on the 'edge', as he says, so I can get ready for the 'real' world.
Mom is the only one who understands why I hate the cameras that follow me. Most people think I'm just tired and need rest. Mom was opposing the whole idea since the beginning but finally caved in. She tries to distract me from the cameras or them from me but unlucky for me they are professional at their job and won't leave me alone. She naturally stays in the her garden planting and singing, I got a great voice like hers but dad says I'm a soccer player not a singer.
I tend to lock myself up in the bathroom a lot to get some alone time without millions of people observing me. I also hide with my mom in her garden under the bushes and trees or the tall grassed fields. It's funny seeing the camera man checking under everything. I only got one camera man who actually I consider a friend. He's names Alex and he 'accidently' losses me every now and then. We talk a lot when he is off duty and another camera man replaces him during the night the only bad thing is he only films Saturdays and Mondays.
I opened my eyes at the sound of my alarm clock going off. I taped around lazily of the soccer ball shaped clock trying to hit the off button. In the corner of my eyes I saw the camera man leaning back on the wall filming me. Sometimes I wished he could feel how it is to have no privacy since the day you were born. I dressed in a white shirt and blue jean shorts quickly and ran towards my private bathroom and locked myself in there. I leaned on the door sighing. "Finally...some privacy..." I looked at myself seeing if any hair grew on my face during the night. My dad always laughed that I barely ever got facial hair. The rest of my body did just not the face. He said I looked feminine because of that.
I jumped into the shower and took my cloths off in there. I always did that thinking there was a hidden camera in there and I didn't feel at ease knowing I might be a porn star. Their was nothing wrong with my physique or my private parts it's just I wouldn't like thinking some people might be taking pictures or recording it.
After a long hot shower, I opened the door to see the camera man again leaning on the wall smiling wickedly knowing I hated the cameras. I walked downstairs hearing the camera mans footsteps echoing mine. Mom was sitting down eating some pan cakes and greeted me giggling at the way my hair looks. I quickly combed it down..
"Hey mom." I kissed her on the cheek and made myself some all bran cereal since my dad was a health freak around me even though he would enjoy some good sugar.
I sat down and my dad came in already eating some toast and kicking a soccer ball up and down. He was obsessed about soccer. mom doesn't like soccer very much she'd rather switch the T.V. off and read a book but she did like to see Jecht run around kicking a ball. I have no clue how they met but I'm sure dad liked her because she didn't like him for his reputation.
After putting my bowl in the dishwasher I kissed my mother on the cheek again and grabbed my back pack, ignoring my old man.
"You know, you should be thanking me for not sending you a private school and letting you go to a regular school with regular people." He smirked at me. I knew he wanted to get a farewell from me.
"Good-bye, father ." I said as if I was a bad actor without any expression. Dad laughed ignoring my rudeness. He was nice but evil at the same time.
The front gates to my house opened and closed behind me. I stood there waiting for the bus. I looked at some tourists pass by and snap pictures of me and the mansion. Summer was hear and bringing the tourists. Sure California wasn't that great but heck Canada would kill for our weather. I went there once and found it very cold.
The bus stopped in front of me and I climbed up and looked at all the people hoping I'd sit with them today. I hated the bus since I was the last one on and off and it was always crowded. And I hated when the camera man taped all their expressions when I passed their seats. I sat in the back with a few preps who decided that their music was cooler then me for now. I thanked them in my mind and looked out the window.
"Just another boring Thursday." I muttered.
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Kinda long no? Sorry very long intro but I hope you enjoy my view of Tidu's life if he was real. I will be updating this story every few days so stay check daily and Review please if you enjoyed it.