Cressida sighed gently to herself as she fiddled with the buttons on her jacket. Like always, she just had her walk where she reflected about the day, something she always did whatever the weather. As she unbuttoned her jacket, she slipped it off and shook of her shoes, stepping inside the house. She stopped in front of the door and breathed in a sigh of relief. Dadās not home. She thought gratefully.
She had to admit, she didnāt exactly like her father, nor did she have any interest in even trying to get along with him, she was civil around him and his wife, someone Cressida did not even consider a mother. As she stumbled onto the living room, cursing quietly under her breath about the little gap between the tiles on the floor which caused her to stub her toe,she dropped her bag lightly without a sound and grabbed some text books, yawning as she finally fell backwards onto the coach.
English, Maths and History, chapter review. Great. She thought. But she probably didnāt have time to read all the chapters because of the after school āclubā she had to go to. Groaning to herself, she lay on her back and covered her eyes with her arm, it was bad enough having to go around the school with everyone she didnāt like in her class, but now she had to go to a club. A closer group settingā¦to do what exactly? Get to know each otherā¦get along? Surely they all got along enough for the teachers, they werenāt all going to be best friends just because of the group and now they were forced to go to something they all probably hated aganist their will. Including her...
"They will just judge meā¦" she murmured aloud to no one, but then again, teenagers did judge, everyone judged. It's human nature.As she slowly started to close her eyes, she felt her phone vibrate and as she propped herself against her elbow, she read the text aloud.
āIf you ditch the club today, Iāll tell Father everythingā A simple text with nothing else, no mention of who it was from or the intention, but Cressida knew it was from the devil himself. Her stupid older brother.
āI wonāt ditchā That doesnāt mean Iām going to make friends though.
She had to admit, she didnāt exactly like her father, nor did she have any interest in even trying to get along with him, she was civil around him and his wife, someone Cressida did not even consider a mother. As she stumbled onto the living room, cursing quietly under her breath about the little gap between the tiles on the floor which caused her to stub her toe,she dropped her bag lightly without a sound and grabbed some text books, yawning as she finally fell backwards onto the coach.
English, Maths and History, chapter review. Great. She thought. But she probably didnāt have time to read all the chapters because of the after school āclubā she had to go to. Groaning to herself, she lay on her back and covered her eyes with her arm, it was bad enough having to go around the school with everyone she didnāt like in her class, but now she had to go to a club. A closer group settingā¦to do what exactly? Get to know each otherā¦get along? Surely they all got along enough for the teachers, they werenāt all going to be best friends just because of the group and now they were forced to go to something they all probably hated aganist their will. Including her...
"They will just judge meā¦" she murmured aloud to no one, but then again, teenagers did judge, everyone judged. It's human nature.As she slowly started to close her eyes, she felt her phone vibrate and as she propped herself against her elbow, she read the text aloud.
āIf you ditch the club today, Iāll tell Father everythingā A simple text with nothing else, no mention of who it was from or the intention, but Cressida knew it was from the devil himself. Her stupid older brother.
āI wonāt ditchā That doesnāt mean Iām going to make friends though.