Colorful Language {Unitato}
May 12, 2018 8:58:05 GMT -5
Post by kap on May 12, 2018 8:58:05 GMT -5
"Charlotte, your father wishes to speak to you about something. He's in the living room, okay, dear?" her mother said to her. She hated being called by her full first name, Charlotte. Luckily, her mother was the only one who called her that, aside from her father on occasion, here and there. Although, he didn't do it often. It was usually a mistake when he did. Charley didn't argue with her mother, though.
"Does he have a problem or something?" she asked her mother. In response, Mrs. Fiat simply crossed her arms and looked sternly at her daughter. Normally, Charley didn't get nervous with confrontation, which was a good thing. This gave her the ability to walk into the living room calmly. She even had a smile on her face, which was certainly not the expression she'd imagine her father would have when she came in the room.
"If this is about me dying my hair again, dad, I don't care. I can do what I want with my hair and anything else that's on my body. It's my choice, not yours," she explained. They'd had this conversation in the past when Charley had dyed her hair pink. Her father had gotten quite angry that, when he'd given her permission to dye her hair, she'd gone with something so unnatural. He'd even told her back then that it made her look like a clown. Now that he had been told by Mrs. Fiat that Charley had dyed her hair a vibrant blue, the girl was sure that that would be the conversation topic this time around.
Her arms were crossed in frustration as she looked at her father. What did he expect her to do? Let him treat her like a child? She was sixteen, sure, so she wasn't quite an adult yet, but she was still more independent than her siblings. She was the oldest, and insisted that she could do as she pleased, even if her parents disagreed with it.
"Besides," she continued, "It's not like I paid for it with your money, anyway, so what's it matter to you?"
"Does he have a problem or something?" she asked her mother. In response, Mrs. Fiat simply crossed her arms and looked sternly at her daughter. Normally, Charley didn't get nervous with confrontation, which was a good thing. This gave her the ability to walk into the living room calmly. She even had a smile on her face, which was certainly not the expression she'd imagine her father would have when she came in the room.
"If this is about me dying my hair again, dad, I don't care. I can do what I want with my hair and anything else that's on my body. It's my choice, not yours," she explained. They'd had this conversation in the past when Charley had dyed her hair pink. Her father had gotten quite angry that, when he'd given her permission to dye her hair, she'd gone with something so unnatural. He'd even told her back then that it made her look like a clown. Now that he had been told by Mrs. Fiat that Charley had dyed her hair a vibrant blue, the girl was sure that that would be the conversation topic this time around.
Her arms were crossed in frustration as she looked at her father. What did he expect her to do? Let him treat her like a child? She was sixteen, sure, so she wasn't quite an adult yet, but she was still more independent than her siblings. She was the oldest, and insisted that she could do as she pleased, even if her parents disagreed with it.
"Besides," she continued, "It's not like I paid for it with your money, anyway, so what's it matter to you?"
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