1 Rachel
" RACHEL, COME TALK TO YOUR DADDY" my mum is screaming at the top of her voice. calm down baby girl we are at the same house.
"Comingggg"
I'm excited, we havent spoken in ages. Just kidding it's just like a week. But it's weird like it's feels weird, we hardly live together as a family because my dad's always travelling or working while my mum is a nurse 340 days out of 365 days.
Years ago, I'll wait for my dad's call like a kid waiting for Santa to get her a puppy as a pet. I vividly remember when I broke the jug with the last apple juice in the house because I wanted to speak to my dad. I fell on my butt right before i got up the call ended and he didn't call for the next couple of weeks.
It hurts not the call but the Apple juice. It hurtsss.
"Rachel, are you coming downstairs?"
"I'm here, I'm here"
Sigh
" Hello"
"Hey, Rachel how are you" I smile at his accent it's so different.
"I'm fine dad, you ?" I want to scream dad I'm fucking fine and I've fucking missed you.
But I'm on my best behaviour.
"Rachel did you hear what I said"
"Uhm. What. Yes. No. I mean no I'm sorry I didn't, what did you say?"
" Your mum said you wont go with her to little rock why?"
That's so nice of my mum...mum Thanks for snitching.
"Dad she knows i dislike it there all we ever do is read." My uncle Tommy will make us read articles and books it runs in the family blood tho my mum's dad was a professor, my mum is also a bookworm and I guess every other relative too. I'm the only one who reads when it's needed or important. But that's not the reason why I don't want to go.
"You know it has always been like a 'thing' to visit your mum's family you wouldn't like to be absent ."
I know its nice to visit uncle Tommys family its just annoying how it's getting to a big deal , they don't even come here often . Sure my dad knows how to sugar coat words and get me.
Sigh
"Ok dad, I will think about it "
No no you ain't thinking you don't want to go periodt.
Shut up mind
" I hope you do, so how's my baby girl doing in school "
"School's fine I guess I'm just preparing for my senior year that's all . How are the super sexy models there? "
My dad is a model in New York and in Comoros Africa where he's from . I tell you my dad is a sexy model you don't expect less as he's thirty nine and some of those young ladies with unhealthy obsession be drooling.
" checking out your dad that's all "
Mimicking my last sentence
"You could as well say hello to them and tell them I'm not sharing my daddy"
His laughter is contagious that I want to laugh at my joke.
"Will do , ok honey I have work to do now I'll talk to you during my free time and call me when you need anything.I love you"
" love you too bye"
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I don't like this class, I dont like this class, I really don't like this class. I know I have said this 12,345 times but I still don't like this class.
Don't judge me I like geography but mr Hawkins a.k.a Mr hawk who truly looks like a hawk is always glued to the board like a house fly and poop.
Ok now I'm disgusted.
His normal routine is to come to class immediately after the bell, mumur some thing that only him can hear then straight to the board .
I'm thinking of planning a wedding ceremony for the blackboard and Mr hawk because he won't leave the shitty board. Well the first fifteen minutes of the class I'm staring at mr hawks shoes which seems to be crying for help while a dude three seats away from me across me won't stop eye fucking me.
Remind me to sit with him in my next geography class to save him the stress.
The only thing I like about this class
1) There are some pretty cool dudes i can hang out with.
2) I'm the only girl in this class not exactly the only girl there's some creepy nerd at one corner of the class most times I forget she's a female.
3) like 70 percent of us are Africans not like the students offering geography are up to 25 but 17 of us are Africans and it's really cool.
Did i mention I'm an African?
Well my dad is from Comoros while my mum is a beautiful American woman . You wondering how they met??
Eighteen years ago before I was born as my mum told me, she loved sight seeing, tourism, reading . She happened to travel to Comoros for tourism and visited one of the tourist centre. There she met this handsome guy like a greek god she won't stop staring at ....she was supposed to take pictures of the artwork in the museum she was looking at but took the pictures of the young man because he was too sexy.
Fast forward later that evening she saw the man which happens to be my father at the front of her hotel room door with flowers because he caught her taking pictures the previous afternoon.
The hotel belongs to my grandad don't panic.
From there they got going and they produced me the end.
**Bell rings**
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