“Bianca? Bianca, honey, where are you? Come down this instant!” I heard my mother’s voice say from downstairs. I rolled my eyes and continued doing my makeup. Straightening my thick, dark curls was no easy task, and I had been up at dawn to do it. My strange grey eyes were absolutely hideous from my point of view, so I always used a colorful array of eye shadow so my eyes wouldn’t call attention. But of course, all these touch ups on my appearance took nearly forever, and my mom would usually get mad. Fortunately for me, my dad never did. I could hear him telling her to calm down, that I would come when I was ready. I grinned in spite of him, and finished up the final layer of sparkly green liner. Hopefully, people would just notice that, not my stormy orbs. I took once last glance in the long mirror. My superiore, in alto was a rosa shirt, with fiore designs on it. I had my skinny jeans on and high-top Uggs, my arms covered in shackled bracelets. “Well, this is as good as it’s going to get.” I mumbled, and ran down the stairs.
    When I got to the bottom, my mom was putting cream cheese on a bagel. Her blonde curls were tied up into a ponytail and her grey eyes looked beautiful, unlike mine. My dad was chomping down a cinnamon roll and had his huge green eyes fixed on a newspaper. His black hair was slicked back, and he wore a suit and tie. Typical, since he was a marine biologist. “Oh goodness, Bianca why do te have to straighten those beautiful curls of yours?” My mom scolded, stepping out from behind the counter with her bagel. Easy for te to say, I thought. No doubt about it, my mother was the prettiest woman in the world. Her hair was always perfect, her outfits always perfect. Everything about her was wonderful. How terribly unlike me. My dad picked up his cup of coffee, “Hey there, sea bass. Sit down and have some breakfast. Annabeth, sweetheart, te can sit down too. I’ll do the cena dishes later baby.” I laughed inside, and felt happy that my parents were so in love. Settling down in a chair, I grabbed a bowl of cereal and shoved a mouthful into my mouth. Don’t even ask me why my dad calls me “sea bass” and other pesce related names. I guess it has something to do with his job. “I have a meeting today with the New York Architectural Institute,” detto my mom, struggling to sit comfortably with her tight black skirt, “So I might be a little late. Percy, te can manage right?” My dad grinned slyly and leaned over to peck her on the cheek, “Sure. Bianca and I are going to have a good time.” He winked at me and I winked back, our typical little inside joke. My mother blushed and got up, grabbing her purse. “I’ll see te later!” She said, baciare dad and me both on the cheek. Then she rushed out the door, and I heard the zoom-zoom of her Chevy.
“So,” my dad said, “Ready for school, my little dolphin?”
    By the time we were both climbed into the car and my dad had finished his trail of corny jokes, we were already on a tight schedule. But whatever, I was always late for school. It didn’t matter. It was freezing outside, and my dad couldn’t get the air warmer to work. So I sat in my seat, shivering in my purple north face, while watching the snow fall onto the edge of the car window. It was going to be another long day, at the place I hated most in the world. School.


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