Step Siblings のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Three months ago."Dad!" I yell running after him with one pair of my slipper, wavy blonde hair tied in ponytail and my bathrobe on."Get out of my way." I shove aside the maidservant that I bump into while descending the giant stairs, she was carrying breakfast up to my room.She yelps as the tray falls off and lands on the stairs, leaving crashing sounds behind as the glasses breaks spilling my coffee, cream and toast.She slides on the steps and reaches over to hold unto me for support, but I snare at her and shove her more, that she recoils steps backwards from the stairs, and lands her ass on the floor with a loud thud, and groans in pain at the impact.I care less, Dad's on his way to the airport.He's this early because he doesn't want to miss his flight to Houston Texas where his Seven Star Luxury hotel had a fire out break."Dad!" I call searching fo

For me there's no difference between dislike and hate, cause when I hate you, I dislike you. And when I dislike you, I hate you. That's why I dislike you from the start to hate you, and hate you to dislike you.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.-"SO HONEY, we'd be going to Bora Bora to spend our two weeks honey moon." Dad says as we sit for dinner the next day evening."Honey moon? Bora Bora?" I ask in shock because I was dumb enough to forget Dad would've to go on a honey moon after his marriage.And I hear snorts and chuckles from the Mackenzie siblings.Yeah, they're right here in my Dad's house, sitting on our goddamn dinning and eating our food, with their slut of a mother Doris, whose hands remains on Dad's arm all the time. She and the Mckenzie siblings had their stuffs moved into our house r

Parents are just overgrown kids who when they freak the shit out, you'll see the little boy/girl in them. That's how they are to me.P.S: This is perhaps one of the shitty thoughts buried inside the closets of my mind.- From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones.-"THEY BULLIED ME, Dad." I half yell, take another hitching breath and continue to cry. It's hours after I was being bullied by the fucking Mckenzie siblings. And I'm currently Face timing with Dad."Now Katherine, I wouldn't like you to be on bad terms with your step siblings whom you're supposed to be getting along with.While I'm away with your step mum, Max being the eldest is assigned to be in charge of the-""Fuck, what?" I scream at the screen of my system, interrupting him from going further, giving him my "You gotta be shitting me look" with my swollen eyes and messed up hair.Dad face palms, then sighs."Listen Katherine, the Mackenzie siblings aren't as bad as you think. Max is now in charge of the house, which mea

Males who hit females are cruel, sadistic and barbaric.- from the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones-VER DROPS HER TRAY of food on our table with a loud thud as she sits on the chair."Guess what, I've got good news and the bad news for you. And you of all people prefer hearing good news first, before the bad."I put the slice of pizza on my plate, and arche an eye brow at Ver who carries on smiling like a dummy. "What?""The good news is, some kids here in our school obviously witnessed what you did to Tristan yesterday. They videotaped it and had it posted on LAHS blog.""Poor Tristan, he'd have to walk around the whole school, with his head hanging down in shame."I shoot Maggie a glare, and she giggles."And the bad news is that, he's plotting to do something te

Compete and compare yourself with no one. You can never be them and they can never be you. You're going to be killing it your own way if you don't give a fuck about not being too pretty or curvy. You're smart, pretty and funny in your own way and I'm certain there are people out there who're going to love you for yourself if you haven't met and surround yourself in their midst by now.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.--ARIANNA GRANDE'S BREATHING blasts through my earbuds as I run through our humongous sorroundings, enjoying the calm, soothing and beautiful early hours morning breeze of Buffalo city.It's 5:23A.M in the morning, a normal morning routine for me to run and excerise every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.I halt my pace, panting really hard, running shorts and tank singlet drenched in my own perspi