Back when I was a kid; The only 'fake' friends we had were invisible ones. But now I know when push comes to shove everyone seemes to scatter like Autumn leaves.
"Miss Sinclair what do you have to say for yourself?" Madame Larouche's beady eyes glared at me from behind her thick glasses and I kept my voice cool and even when I replied.
"I already told you, I was the only one who did it," I flicked my hair over my shoulder and looked from My father's dissapointed face to the floor.
"Well then I have no choice but to expell you, " The Hell-bat smiled and turned to my father, "There is a school, a very elite, exclusive school with an excellent program for a girl like Valentine."
My stomache churned and I glared at the pert orchid on Madame Larouche's desk, stupid fucking flower.
"That sounds perfect," Dad smiled disarmingly at Madame Larouche, "But she's going to live with her mother, over in America, for a while."
Madame Larouche smiled and I knew what she was thinking :One less "harlot" in France.
We kept quiet until we got in the car then flipped out on each other.
"YOU CAN'T SEND ME TO LIVE WITH THAT SUCCUBUS AND HER STUPID FRIGGIN' LEAVE IT TO BEAVER FAMILY!" I shrieked stomping my feet for emphasis .
"I CAN AND I WILL!" Dad's face was red and his eyes were narrowed into slits and he jerked the car angrily out of St. LaRue academy.
I wanted to tell him everything, how Emma and Daniel had done it and left me to the wolves, how they were fake pieces of shit, but instead I slumped in my seat and watched Paris shops and people fly past me.
This was my home, I turned my head out the window and my dumb tears fall, I didn't want to leave.
"Vous avez à Valentine, c'est pour votre propre bien. Que ce soit de votre compréhension ou non. Je t'aime et malgré la façon dont votre mère idiote agit elle vous aime."
I sighed and nodded, "Je suis désolée vous tenir laisser tomber."
"You don't keep letting me down," Dad squeezed my head as he turned into our big Antoinette Era home, "Your a teenager, Non? You make mistakes."