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Chapter 2
The Beginning of the end

I was silent in the car while mom and Karly talked about something stupid and girly. All I could think about was how stupid this was going to be. I didn’t want some sissy to be in my room toughing stuff.
We got home just in time for dinner. My dad was cooking steak. Karly sat herself in my seat. I wasn’t going to have that.
“Get up Blondie. That’s my seat.” I said
“Oh sorry.” Se said and got up and sat down in the seat next to me.
“Hello Karly.” My dad said.
“Hello.” She said back
My dad nodded his head and patted my back. He was putting the steaks on the good plates. He only put food on the good plates when we had guests.
“Martha dinner wont be ready for about 10 more minuets why don’t you go show Karly your room while you wait.” My mom said.
“I would rather eat dog crap.” I said under my breath as I took Karly to my room.
“This is small.” She said when we were in there.
“Small! This is the biggest room in the house you dumb rabbit!”
“Sorry but I am use to having a large house. This room isn’t even big enough for my Dog.”
I was about ready to punch her when my mom called us for dinner. She had been saved for the first and last time.
At dinner everyone talked about stupid stuff, like normal. I picked at my food. I could care less about eating. I was about to spend a night with miss Blondie.
“Please pass the beans Martha.” My mom said.
I picked up the blue bowl full of beans and passed them to mom.
“Thank you.”
“Whatever.” I mumbled.
The hold dinner was horrible. Karly kept talking about how she came in first in a dance competition last year and how she’s entering this year. She kept talking about it and how good she was and blah blah blah! I hated her. I couldn’t stand her at all. She was to… well not like me. She was so girly the color pink screamed.
“Sweetie you’ve barely touched your dinner.” My mom said.
“And?”
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“No.”
“You should eat something.” Karly said.
“No I shouldn’t, you don’t know anything.”
“Damn it girl don’t talk to her that way!” My Dad snapped.
“Geoffrey don’t yell at her.” My mom said.
“Damn it women I am a man I can do what I want!” My Dad said and walked off to his room.
“I think you girls should set up your stuff out here tonight.” My Mom said choking down the last bite of steak.
“Yes mama.”
Karly and I soon set up are blankets and pillows on the couches. I didn’t even look at her. Down the hall I could here my parents fighting. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I knew it was about me and Karly. I tried to piece together what they were saying but all I could hear where mixed up words. Sometimes I could make out the word **** or damn but not much more.
I turned my attention towards Karly. She had brought everything pink. She had a pink pillow, blanket, and even pajamas. I shook my head and went on my own busyness. I put my army sheets over the couch and my black pillow on top. Karly eyed the couch and went back to hers.
“Why are your parents mad at each other? They should be mad at you.”
“Why should they be mad at me?”
“Because you started the fight. If you had been nice they wouldn’t be fighting!”
“That’s not true!”
“Yes it is!”
Do you remember when I had said she had been saved for the first and last time. Well she had gotten me so mad I flung myself at her. I pulled her down to the ground and pulled her hair. I was angry. She had crossed the line. I through myself at her over and over. I slammed her into the wall.
My parents raced out of there room. My father held me back. I tried to bite him away. My feet were flying.
“WHATS GOING ON!” My Dad barked.
“Let me go! I have to kill her!” I screeched
Karly’s nose was bleeding. She was balling her eyes out. I cant remember what happened next. The next thing I knew we were on the couches and my parents were gone.
Apparently my father had talked to me. I had A.D.D. So had spaced out through the hole thing
“Sorry.” I whispered.
“You should be.”
“Oh would you just shut up. Stop trying to make me feel guilty.”
“Well then.”
“I hope you know that I’m not a bad person.”
“Yes you are. You attacked me.”
“That doesn’t make me a bad person. At least I don’t wear pink all the time and act like a sissy!”
“Do you honestly think I like wearing pink all the time. My dad makes me!”
“What are you talking about Blondie?”
“I’m more like you then you think. My dad wants me to act like this. I wouldn’t have picked this if I had a chose.”
“Then why don’t you just say something to him.”
“I don’t want to disappoint him. He has always dreamed of having a girl. He has 4 other children. Older then me. And there all boys.”
“Well just tell him th