Marco
My dad and I had lunch with Violet today. Violet was dad's new girlfriend. Man, was she wrong. She had the worst stories to tell. She was like Patty or Selma from the Simpson's only worse. I didn't know if I wanted to swallow my food or chuck it back up. I didn't know what my dad saw in her, but I knew what I saw in her and what I saw was indescribably disgusting.
"So, sweetum, tell me, how's school?" Who says sweetum? Nobody that's who.
"Yeah, its alright, can't complain," I said. My dad promised me not to make any jokes or be rude in any way.
"Oh, isn't he so cute!" Violet shrieked. She swung one of her hairy arms around me and shook my shoulders. I shuddered.
I shot my dad a death stare, but he seemed too interested in his lunch.
"So, Violet, do you get around much?" I asked. That was it, I couldn't take anymore.
"Excuse me, sweetum?" That word!
"Do you get around much?" I repeated in a voice that sounded patronising.
"Marco! That is an inappropriate question," dad said loudly.
"That's alright, honey," she said and removed her enormous arm. "No, sweetum, I don't get around."
"Isn't that a shame," I said in mock pity. "Don't the fellas think you're a catch?"
"Excuse me?"
"Marco! Get to your room this instant!" dad shouted getting up and pointing towards the stairs.
I shrugged. Anything to get away from Violet. As I reached the stairs I heard my dad explaining my behaviour.
"He's really such a well mannered boy," he said. "I don't know what's got into him. He's friend's brother just died, though…"
Pathetic. Blaming my behaviour on Tom. Couldn't he see I hated that cow? Who calls people sweetum? Is that even a word?
When I reached my bedroom I went straight to my desk and put on my computer. Solitaire's not my thing so I logged onto the internet. I spent ten minutes surfing the web before my dad decided to drop by.
"Hey, dad, long time no see," I said mockingly.
"That was not funny, Marco," he said, red in the face. "She was so upset. She tried to get along with you."
"Yeah, well I don't like her," I said stubbornly.
"You don't like any of the women I go out with."
"Yeah," I agreed. "But I especially hate this one."
"Well, you see that's too bad," he said. "Because we're going out on another date."
"Don't know why you go for skanky woman, anyway," I said, turning back to the computer.
"Your mother wasn't skanky," dad said quietly.
I sighed. I would have killed to tell my dad that my mum was still alive, but that couldn't happen.
"She's really nice once you get to know her," dad continued. "Just try, alright?"
"Alright," I said. "I'll try, but I'm not promising anything."
"Good," he sighed. "She left anyway. Was really upset."
He left not long after that and I suddenly wasn't much interest in the net anymore. I logged off. All of a sudden, I had this urge to go for a swim.
