Chapter 1~ I'm Not Perfect. I'm Not Perfect.
POV- Pheenix
I wake up groaning to my blaring alarm clock. I roll over and slam my and on the snooze button and fall back asleep almost immediately.
"Pheenix! Get up! Youre going to be late for school!" I hear somebody yell as I wake up groaning for the second time this morning. I push my cover off of me and look at the ceilings not wanting to get up.
"PHEENIX! GET DOWN HERE!" I hear my mom shout again. Cue the groan.
"Im coming! Alright?!" I grumble back loudly. I get up and walk lazily to my drawers as I take my shirt off and throw it on the floor. I grab a shirt from an overflowing drawer and pull it on. I lift the front of my shirt to my nose and sniff it. Not too bad. I grab some ripped jeans and pulled them over my boxers. I get onto the floor and crawl under my bed to reach my sneakers. Once I find them I pull them out and squeeze my size 10feet into them. I run a hair through my greasy blonde hair while I skip down the stairs to the kitchen. My mom sighs when she sees me.
"Finally. Here eat this." She says pushing a plate with two eggs, bacon and square cut potatoes on it. "Thanks." I mumble as I shovel a spoonful of potatoes in my mouth.
"Did you win your football game yesterday?" My dad asks as he looks up from his newspaper.
"You would know if you would have bothered to come and watch, you know." I say scooping a whole egg into my mouth. My mom sighs, she does that a lot. Kind of like me and groaning. Thing is, my dad doesn't even know I quit football. Last year. He doesn't even care. Has never asked. He still thinks I have weekly games on Thursday nights.
"I had a meeting. You know that." He says emotionless.
"Yeah, a meeting sure." I say and break a piece of bacon in two so I can fit them in my mouth.
"Pheenix Matthew Tyler!" My mom growls irritated.
"What?" I ask looking up at her with my mouth full of bacon and potatoes.
"Stop eating like a pig!" She says.
"And stop slouching your shoulders, would you? Learn to sit like a man, not a slob." My dad says shaking his head disappointingly.
"Cant you do anything right?" He says and the words sting.
"We cover this every single morning! You know that? Ever morning!" I shout standing up. I've had enough of this. They can keep pretending their lives our perfect, but I'm done pretending I don't mind feeling like the only thing I am to them is a damn disappointment.
"Cover what, Pheenix?" My mom asks as she shuts the fringe and puts her hands on her hips expectantly. I huff.
"If all I am to you is a disappointment! I'm a lousy son, an idiot in school and a frisking disappointment to you! That's all I am!" I shout at them throwing my arms in the arm frustrated. My dad just stares at me and then glances at my mom without saying anything. This only makes the anger stir even faster within me.
"I'm nothing but a failure! Right?" I say but they keep their mouths shut in a thin line and glance at each other occasionally, not knowing what to say or how to say it.
"RIGHT?!" I shout, my face heating up with anger. My dad finally reacts as if I've gone to far now.
"Pheenix. Don't you dare raise your voice at your mother or me like that again. Ever again. Learn to control your teenage emotions and anger outbursts." He says glancing down at his watch.
"I've got to go to work." He says.
"We'll finish this later." He says and I back up and snort.
"There's nothing to finish. Have a GREAT day Father." I say with the venom of my sarcasm dripping from every word. I glare at him and get out of the front door, slamming it behind me. I'm done being their little puppet.
They're goi have to understand one day. I'm not perfect. They'll just have to deal with that.
POV- Dallas
I wake up to my beeping alarm clock and I sigh as I sit up and shut it off. I push my bangs out of my face and rub my eyes sleepily. I yawn and get up to make my bed. I pull the sheets and cover up and tuck the sides in so it looks neat and clean. Just the way my mom likes it. Well, more like; expects it. I reach over to the foot of my bed to fold my blankets and then places them on top of my pillow. I walk to my make up dresser and plug my straightener in. I leave my bangs down and pull the rest of my dark brown frizzy hair into a bun. I quickly apply my make up while my straightener heats up. I look over to my clock; 7:18. I had exactly 22 minutes before my dad came barging in to tell me I'm going to be late. Like her does ever single morning. Its like he waits outside my door and comes in as soon as it turn 7:40. I don't even have to leave till 8.
I finish straightening my bangs on and quickly pick an outfit out and pull it on. I chose my favourite pairs of Keds and pull them on as well. I tie the shoelaces into perfect bows and stand up to look at myself in the mirror. Not quite perfect yet. I get my favourite necklace and clip it on. I look at it for a little after I tie it. It has a silver chain and a black cracked heart pendant. I don't know why I like it so much, I just do. Then, right on cue at 7:40 on the dot, my dad knocks once but before I have time to answer he opens the door a little bit and pocks his head in.
"You're gonna be late." He says.
"Good morning to you to dad." I say tiredly.
"Don't get cranky with me." He says teasingly.Come on now, your mother made breakfast for you." I nod and he gets his head out of my room but leaves the door open. I get my schoolbag and place it so it hangs on my shoulder. I adjust it because of its weight and glance around my room. Ready. I walk down the stairs and see my mom in her work suit placing a toast and peanut butter on the counter. She smiles as I walk in the kitchen, I smile back and sit on a stool at the island. I generously spread crunchy Kraft peanut butter on my toast and take a bite out of it. My mom checks the time on the microwave and sucks in a short breath.
"I'm going to be late. I cant be late." She says nervously as she fidgets around for her purse and keys. She looks over to the sink.
"Don't forget to do the dishes, make sure the well cleaned. The plates were dirty when I went to take some this morning for breakfast." She says frowning at me for a little and then her eyes light up as she finally finds her purse. I look down, my dad did the dishes yesterday but of course she suspects I'm the one who didn't clean them well.
"Where are my keys?!" I hear my dad shout and my mom rubs her temples with her index fingers.
"I can't even find mine!" My mom scurries around, lifting books, moving chairs all in a desperate attempt to find her lost items. I get up and walk towards the door and look over to their key hooks. Both of their key sets are hanging innocently still. Same place they are every time they "loose" them.
"FOUND THEM!" I shout and they soon appear beside me.
"Where?" My mom asks anxiously. I motion to their key holders.
"Tada." I say dryly and they both sigh as they retrieve their keys.
"Your welcome, now get going before your both late." They both nod, get their briefcases and hurry out the door. My dad into his white BMW M3 and my mom into her blue Mitsubishi Lancer. They both have good jobs, my dad's a wealthy business owner and my mom's a highly paid lawyer. They both want me to follow in my dad's footsteps and the pressure is huge for me to get into business but I'm just not into business. I like science, biology, mathematics... That kind of stuff. I think I would kill myself if I had to sat the whole day at a desk job.
I just wish my parents would understand. I'm not perfect. I wish they could get that.