The Other Side

Chapter 4

Dedicated to VisualTragedy

Part 1

Ryn

The night had been so short, at least that's what I thought. Friday morning rolled in with a lot of drama. Starting with my friend Kate.

I had planned on extending my stay in my room with my comfy bed and fluffy pillow for a little longer. But obviously someone somewhere had to have a better idea .

" What are you doing here at this time Kate?" I asked her rubbing my eyes from their groggy state obviously annoyed at my lack of peace.

" So the bad girl is not a morning person huh?" She teased.

" Kate, get the fuck out of my room. Who even let you in?" I asked her smiling.

" Shush there spit fire, your momma said you needed cleaning up. Besides am excited for you, it's your first day in school today." she squealed

"Can I get a little more sleep at least?" I pleaded.

" No. Get out of bed already will you? We will be late." She said.

"You are no fun ", I retorted putting my tongue out at her.

" But you love me anyway." She shouted as I made my way to the bathroom in my ensuite.

Fifteen minutes later I  was downstairs for breakfast with Kate in tow. She was so excited for school. I had promised to drive her to school the other day . Actually it was her idea. She coaxed me into agreeing with her. She insisted on saying I had to make a grand entry and I couldn't do it without her. I would just scare the people away. Her words not mine.

" As much as I don't like your death trap, I want to share your attention today so I'll have to swallow my pride." She exclaimed.

" Dad , mother.. we'll be on our way now." I called out. 

" Take care kiddo," my dad said.

" Don't bring back trouble here child." my mother added.
" I'm still against you guys riding that thing." she added.

" She will be okay." I answer referring to Kate.

" I don't trust you will be slow with the young lady." my dad added amused but with a hint of warning. He was sending me a coded message telling me to have fun but still look after myself.
I loved my father so much. We've been through a lot together. Sometimes he understands me the most sometimes I don't know what's happening with him. My mother is a total different case. I feel like I don't know her at all. When we moved to Tennessee with my parents I had always thought they wanted a change, perhaps to start over but turns out they were selling their name there.

They have this huge modelling company called The Clarence Modelling Company and they are known worldwide. It's one of the top leading modelling companies around the globe so we're filthy rich. 

In my entire life I didn't sit to consider my parents money to be mine. In fact I always worked for mine. What surprised me the most was why they had to take me to a military school and my sister Donna, she was pampered like a princess. Currently  she is visiting the Philippines for some school project or whatever the hell they're doing out there. You could say they were ashamed of me but I could never be ashamed of them. Whenever they were to make a public appearance to the media , they would always have Donna with them. I doubt if the even the knew they had another daughter, much less give any attention.

All the same I was glad to be away from the spotlight. Hearing an ' I love you' from my mother or dad was very rare, actually it was non existent but I worked towards what made me happy and I was content.