Unravelling the Truth, Zoe Etherington [the little red hen read aloud .txt] 📗

I going to start a new life on my own when John kicks me out?” I lied easily, it wasn’t a full lie as that thought was in my head but it wasn’t what I was going to say first time around. “I was lucky buying that flat when I was fourteen, I don’t know how I’m going to buy a flat at sixteen in the middle of New York.” I chuckled trying to turn everything into a joke so someone would jump out and say ‘got ya’ so we could all go back to normal. Maybe it would be better if I wasn’t living. No, dark thought! I scolded myself I couldn’t have those with Emma around.
“For the last time, I am not going to kick you out or send you off somewhere. I am going to stay in your life like a real parent should.” John hissed towards me acting all serious. When he said the thing about parent it stung deep down knowing I had never had that. Jealousy returned as I thought about him and his family.
“Do you know about my wacky, weird colours of hair styles that I change every week?” I was trying to put him off adopting me but he laughed.
“They are weird yes, but it’s you and I’m not going to change that.” God, was there no way of cracking him? How could I put him off?
“What about my nightmares I was kicked out my old house as I kept waking them up.” His eyes softened at this like her understood what they were about.
“Yes I do, Emma told me,”
“Well did she tell you about my criminal record?” I asked while raising my eyebrows. Ha, I got him I thought as he nearly spat out his coffee that he just sipped from the cream mug in front of him, I was surprised he was still drinking it; we had been here for a while.
“You have a criminal record?” He boomed with laughter. “No way, you’re lying.” He looked at Emma for back-up but she fidgeted in her seat proving my point was true.
“What did you do?” He mumbled but he was smirking? How could he find this funny? When I told people (mainly adults!) they would look outraged.
“Don’t encourage her, what you did was childish and should not be repeated.” Emma hissed towards me and John while pointing her finger towards me.
“If it wasn’t funny than why are you always smirking when I bring it up?” I asked seeing the dimples at the side of her lips.
“I never said it wasn’t funny but you are not to repeat it!” Emma hissed. “Now, why don’t we get out of here and have lunch at mine and Tim’s house, and Kileshia you need to get back to school.” She suggested cutting of the conversation all together.
“Okay,” John mumbled like a kid not getting his favourite sweets at a sweet shop, I noticed he mainly acted like a child than a man who was in his mid-thirties.
“The triplets are home though with Tim, he had to take the day off as I was working and the kids are ill. Even though I very much doubt all three of them are ill to be honest, if it wasn’t the last two weeks of school I would have made them go.” The look in Emma’s eyes each time she spoke about her family made anyone envy her; she was the only person I know with a fairy tale life.
I stood up while reaching down to grab my school bag that was thrown under the table from when all three of us sat down first. “Do I really have to go back?” I moaned I didn’t want to be in the spot light again.
“Yes you do… you may be leaving Friday but there is still much work to do and you missed a year of school remember, so it’s critical for you to learn all you can.” I know I missed a year I was still at school because of it, I was in year ten at the minute but I should have left high school and be onto college or six form in September like other kids my age.
“We don’t do anything in the last week anyway so I don’t know why I have to go.”
“Then why are you moaning…”
“Because people keep staring,” I snapped at her losing my temper like I always do so easily it’s so annoying.
“You get bullied?” John asked with sympathy.
“No… well I was sort of used to… but not today, I can’t deal with the attention.”
“So Miss Cool has had enough of her fans huh?” Emma giggled.
“Yes I have actually, you know how much I didn’t want to do the show last night and I only did it for the boys.”
“It’s one day remember, you can get through it.” Emma smirked towards me, again making me leave!
“What show?” John asked he was so confused at the minute.
“I’ll tell you later I told the head teacher we would get Esh back by fourth lesson.”
“We should go then.” He nodded.
“I am here you know?” I mounded, I hated when people spoke about me with myself in front of them.
With this they ignored me and we all walked out of the coffee shop and back into the black limo.

Class followed by detention

“Are you going to come by later and say good bye to the kids?” Emma asked as we pulled up to the school parking lot.
“I don’t know.” I mumbled while climbing out, but I stood leaning into the limo so I could still see Emma’s face as we spoke.
“Please come.” She begged while using puppy eyes she was the only one who could use them on me, I bet her children gained that characteristic from her which sucked for me.
“I would rather be at home on my own to be honest.” I told her not wanting to break her heart.
“But you know how much I hate imagining you alone at dinner time in that big flat.”
“It’s two rooms Emma, that’s hardly big. Plus I still have a meal in the fridge to eat. I wouldn’t want to waste food.”
“Please…”
“Emma, please stop using the puppy eyes.” I shook my head knowing I had to say yes to her.
“Just come, after that I will leave you alone.”
“Yeah because I won’t be here…”
“Exactly more reason to come.” She did have a point.
“Fine,” I huffed while standing back up and storming to the school’s office. I soon heard them pull away.
“Your late again Ms Parker, what is your excuse this time?” Huffed Mrs Robinson just as I slammed the door of her classroom shut.
“There was a sign outside of the school.” I stated how much I loved annoying my English teacher in fourth period. Well, in any period really.
“And what did this sign say?” She asked her voice thick with boredom. She was standing up front of the classroom with her back to the class as she wrote on the whiteboard. She was oblivious of the rowdy students behind her making silly facial expressions and throwing balls of paper around.
“Stop,”
“And what has this got to do with being late for my English lesson?” This time she turned around to face me and the whole class peered into our conversation.
“I was waiting for the sign to say go obviously.” I stated while stalking to the back of the class to my seat as my class mates burst into laughter at my teacher’s dismay.
I blanked out once she slammed a hard back book onto the front table making the two people sitting on it jump out of fright, she got the class to settle down by shouting at everyone. I sighed out of boredom, this behaviour from her was normal in my presence come to think of it every teacher in the school used that tone with me.
“That was good.” Wisped the boy I sat next to in English, I never learnt his name after a year of sitting next to him in the seating plan; there was no point now.
“Umm… thanks?” It turned out more of a question than an answer to his compliment.
He chuckled beside me and went back to doing his work.
Writing, copying, listening; was all we did in class. I wondered why as all of us are going to die at some point. ‘We come into this life alone and we leave on our own everything else is just an illusion’. Seven billion people live in this world and no one makes it, roughly one hundred people die every minute. If you live in a large city it is said that someone you bumped into that day will be dead by the end of the day. As I said before everything in between is just an illusion.
“Kileshia homework,” Mrs Robinson sighed as she stood hunched over my desk. I saw the pile of white pieces of crumpled up paper in her hands that the other students had given to her.
“I haven’t done it.” I mumbled to her while looking into her eyes.
“Why is that?” She grumbled, her shoulders beginning to square in anger.
“I didn’t find the point to be honest.” I shrugged while kicking my legs under the table more and leaning back into my chair. I still stared into her eyes. This wasn’t exactly true I tried to complete it last night but after Emma’s phone call I had been on edge all evening wondering why she had been so upset. Last night seemed forever away.
“Well you can find the point at lunch.” She snapped marching to another desk and ripped the homework off another student.
I really hated when she did that.
People rose out of the hard, black seats and charged to the door as the lunch bell rang above my head, the blaring sound giving my head a kick as my ears felt like they were going to explode like a volcano.
“Miss Parker, stay there.” Mrs Robinson smirked towards me.
I didn’t know why as I stayed in my seat unlike the rest of my class who were barging out the door, pushing and shoving to get food down their mouths and chatter out of them.
A group of five boys came slumping in as the door frame became vacant they all stared at me as they sat down in front of me (I was at the back of the class).
“You are late boys!” boomed the fiery, red teacher. As she stomped to the front of the class with a ruler and a whiteboard pen in her thin, claw like fingers.
They mumbled sorry while bowing their heads. Ha, what a bunch of p*ssies!
“You all know why you are here don’t you?” She asked the