We do what we want, You do what you're told..., chapter 1
"The move will do us good. We were starting to get into a bit of a rut.", said Kat's dad.
"What rut?! I am fucking fourteen years old! How can I be in a rut? So what if I am? Maybe I like my little rut!!", yelled Kat from behind her bedroom door.
"Your mother and I think that a change of enviroment might help you get out of this little "punk" thing you're into.", continued Kat's dad.
"So instead of me being a free thinking individual you want me to be a mainstream clone?", replied Kat, slightly louder this time.
"I want you to be normal. I hate it when we go out and everyone is always staring at you. God! You dress like you're going to a fucking funeral!!", yelled Kat's dad.
Kat was silent. Why was her family always doing this to her? Why couldn't they accept who she was? Silent tears ran down Kat's face. Now she knew what her dad really thought of her. She didn't know why this surprised her, she knew this already. It just hurt that through all the "I love you's" her family just thought of her as a freak.
Kat heard her door being approached by footsteps. She checked her eyeliner to make sure it had'nt run. Good. It hadn't. Her door was flung open and a pile of boxes were thrown onto her hardwood floor.
Kat's older brother Josh through a role of sticky tape at her. Kat caught it.
"Get packing freak.", replied her brother before slamming her door and walking off.
Josh was nineteen. He was handsome. He had shiny brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Everybody loved him. He was basically everything that Kat wasn't. He was also a bean pole. He could eat whatever he wanted and not get fat. Arse hole.
Kat had the same hair. It was shiny and brown. She had prettier eyes than Josh. They were shiny blue and changed colours depending on what mood she was in. Other than that Kat was just your average pissed off at the world punk.
"What rut?! I am fucking fourteen years old! How can I be in a rut? So what if I am? Maybe I like my little rut!!", yelled Kat from behind her bedroom door.
"Your mother and I think that a change of enviroment might help you get out of this little "punk" thing you're into.", continued Kat's dad.
"So instead of me being a free thinking individual you want me to be a mainstream clone?", replied Kat, slightly louder this time.
"I want you to be normal. I hate it when we go out and everyone is always staring at you. God! You dress like you're going to a fucking funeral!!", yelled Kat's dad.
Kat was silent. Why was her family always doing this to her? Why couldn't they accept who she was? Silent tears ran down Kat's face. Now she knew what her dad really thought of her. She didn't know why this surprised her, she knew this already. It just hurt that through all the "I love you's" her family just thought of her as a freak.
Kat heard her door being approached by footsteps. She checked her eyeliner to make sure it had'nt run. Good. It hadn't. Her door was flung open and a pile of boxes were thrown onto her hardwood floor.
Kat's older brother Josh through a role of sticky tape at her. Kat caught it.
"Get packing freak.", replied her brother before slamming her door and walking off.
Josh was nineteen. He was handsome. He had shiny brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Everybody loved him. He was basically everything that Kat wasn't. He was also a bean pole. He could eat whatever he wanted and not get fat. Arse hole.
Kat had the same hair. It was shiny and brown. She had prettier eyes than Josh. They were shiny blue and changed colours depending on what mood she was in. Other than that Kat was just your average pissed off at the world punk.
