Invisible - Chalen D. (good beach reads .txt) 📗

door. "No."
I grabbed my suit case from under the bed and turned up my music.
I wish some how I could say them now." i sang along as I made my way to the dresser. I opened a drawer and looked in. I shrugged, grabbed the whole thing, and then dumped it into my suitcase. I looked over my calender. I sighed, 16 days. I put the clothes bakc in the drawer and put it back. I sat on my bed and Looked at my empty suitcase. Mother pushed the door open. She opened her mouth and then saw the suitcase.
"You want to leave? Fine I'll teach you." She said.
She grabbed my arm and pulled me down the stairs, to the small door on the side of the stairs. She opened it. The door leads to a dungeon. the house was my great grandparents house. they had a vision for the future. Mother pushed me into a cell. The cement floor froze my feet. The walls where made of brick. Mother closed the cell door, and I grabbed onto the bars.
"We'll see if an hour down here will straighten you out." she said, tucking the key's into her pocket.
"You can't leave me down here! I'll freeze to death!"
"We should be so lucky."
"This isn't fair."
"Don't talk about fair with me."
The door echoed when it was slammed shut. I sat with my back to the wall and my knees to my chest.
"I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now, flew me to places I'd never been, until you set me down. I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now, flew me to places I'd never been, Now I'm lying on the hard cold ground. Oh Oh, trouble trouble trouble!" I sang as loud as i could.
Mother hated it when I sang she said it was a sign of freedom, and rebellion. So I sung my heart out.
I got up and grabbed the bars.
"Losing him was blue like i'd never known Missing him was grey dark and all alone, But loving him was red!" I paused and listened. "Then you come around again and say baby I wares I'm gonna change, remember how that lasted for a day. I say i hate you we break up you call me I love you!"
I smiled, as a classical record began to blare. I sighed and sat on the ground. I pulled one of the bricks out of the wall and took out my back up Ipod. I put the brick back, and blasted some music, and dance to keep warm.
~*~
"Now that role is done we'll jump right into your new project. I have decided to let this one be a group project, keep it four to a group."
Everyone looked at someone, and nodded.
"This project is going to be something that you use to express yourself. Let it be fashion, sports or art. You have one week, next week on Monday you will be presenting something in front of the whole class. Today we are going to be brain storming and picking your partners." Everyone began to move and the teacher raised her voice to be heard, "Remember class choose wisely. With is half your grade, and will substitute as final exams!"
I pulled out my note book and a pen. I tapped the pen to my mouth as I thought. I nodded my head and then smiled. I began to write the song I would perform for my grade. I wrote "Shame on who" at the top, and began to write. the teacher walked by me, and i touched her arm. She paused and smiled down at me. I waved her down, and she bent down.
"I was going to do music. Can I do that?"
"You'll have to perform a song in front of the class. Are you alright with that?"
"Yes. Thank you." I smiled.
She smiled back and patted my shoulder. She left to the next table.
As soon as I got home I tossed my bag on my bed and booted up my lap top, and pulled up my music program. While everything loaded I tossed my hair into a clip and grabbed my note book from my bag. I pulled out my leather desk chair and sat down. I opened my top drawer and put on my glasses. I messed around with a couple of beats until I found one I liked. I played the beat, and Sang the song.
"Yes!" i smiled, pushing save.
This was a really good song. It's worth an A, but that's my opinion. I practiced the song until I could sing it in my sleep. I went into my closet and pushed apart my party gowns. I grabbed my amp and my microphone, I plugged it in to make sure it all still worked. I recorded myself singing the song, and then put the amp and microphone back. I was thinking of away to get the amp to school, cause I walk, when My Father walked in, with a grin.
"Happy birthday Ronan."
"My birthday's not until Christmas Eve Dad."
"Do you want the car or not?" He asked, holding up keys.
"Yes." I grinned, taking the keys.
Father clapped and laughed.
"That's what I thought. Grab a coat so we can take her for a spin."
"Really?"
"Come on." He said, waving a hand and leaving my room.
I smiled, grabbed a jacket, and followed him down the stairs.
"Can I drive?"
"It's your car isn't it?" He asked holding the door open.
I ducked under his arm, and into the bitter afternoon. There was a red convertible.
"I thought you would look good in red. so want to take her out?"
"Yeah, I'm totally stoked right now."
"I thought you'd be." He smiled, opening my car door.
I don't know what happened to my Father, but I'd rather have this Dad then Father. I climbed in, and he jogged to the other side.
"What's first?"
I didn't want to ruin his good mood by telling him I already had my permit, so I played along.
"Mirrors and seat belt right?"
"Correct." he smiled, and nodded.
"Can we put the top down?" i asked, overly excited.
"Why not." He smiled back at me.
"Whooo! That's this button?"
"Yep that one right there."
I started the car, and pushed the button. I smiled, as the roof pulled back reviling the gray sky.
"Now you have to remember to look around before you pull out." He reminded me.
I smiled, and Looked around. I put the car in drive and pulled out. I drove down the street.
"Ease on the break Ronan. Perfect." He said. "Now we look. Can we go?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Go for it." He said, tossing a hand out.
We pulled up to the curb and got out.
"You did good Ronan." He said pulling me in for a hug.
Hug?! I hugged him back, and didn't want to let go. Mother pulled up and jumped out.
"Family!" She waved, hurrying over, and pulling me into a hug. "Do you like the car? Did you take her for a drive?"
"I did, she's ready for her licence." Dad said proudly.
"Oh Ronan!" Mother said, kissing my forehead and hugging me.
Alright. What ever the hell they're on, I totally want some.
"I got a rise, which means we're going to go out for dinner. Ronan, why don't you wear your black dress with the ruffles?" Mother said.
"You hate that dress mom."
"No I don't."
"That's what you said." I told her as she grabbed my hand and led me up the stone walk way.
"I don't remember. Come, I'll teach you how to do your hair and makeup."
New Mom not only taught me what she said she was going to teach me. She also taught me shoes and clothes, even sunglasses. Who would of thought someone actually pays 300 dollar for sunglasses when you can pay ten.
~*~
"Table for three." Mom said, to the host. "Doesn't my daughter look nice?"
"You have a beautiful daughter Miss." He said, winking at me.
I offered a shy smile, and we followed the guy to a table. We ate and Mom told us how she got a raise. I didn't even know that Models could get a raise. Dad had some news of his own, The photo he took of me went for One million dollars. Since he sold ten, he opened an account and put in five million for me. Okay, somethings up. I looked at them, their faces giving nothing away as they ate. I slid lower in my seat, and took a bite of my food. we payed for the food and headed to the door. my arm was grabbed and I turned, to the Host guy. He held out a rose.
"Until next time."
"I bid you A'do." I smiled, nodded once, and took the rose.
Once at home I sprayed the rose with hair spray to help it keep it's shape. I taped it to the wall in my closet, and under it wrote flower from a stranger. I went to my life list and crossed out getting something from a person I don't know. The next one under that said, have a red convertible. Just wait a gosh damn second! I crossed it off with a marker and went down stairs where My parents where sitting at the table drinking wine.
"Have you gone into my closet?"
"No. Why?" Mom asked.
"I was thinking we'd take a trip to Italy, this summer." Dad said.
Number ten.
"You did. you read my life list. Are you being nice to me cause you don't want me to see Lexi?"
"Maybe." Mom said, not looking at me.
I crossed my arms. "I'm going. I want to see my big sister. She's the only one who loved me besides gram."
"You think we don't love you?" Dad asked.
"I know you don't love me."
"We always criticized you so you won't be made fun of. Don't you know that?" Mom asked.
My mind returned to the glorious thought of strangling her, perhaps with a noose.
"I'm going."
"Fine." Mother said.
"fine." I said.
"Good." Father said.
"Shit." I said, turning on my heel and pushing open the swinging door.
"Don't cuss!" Mother said.
I cussed in Italian.
"What did you say to me?" She demanded, as I began to climb the stairs.
"She called you a crazy bitch." Dad muttered.
Was he trying not to laugh?
"Ronan!"
I slammed my door, locking and blasted my music singing along at the top of my lungs. I took a shower and spent extra time on my hair. I mean I didn't have anything else to do. I put on a large t-shirt and my soft plaid Pj bottoms. I pulled a brush through my hair and put it in a braid. I shut my window, set my alarm and went to sleep.