“He is just committed to his job. He works so you can go to you expensive private school and so we can live in such a beautiful house. She said frowning.
Illiana mouthed a silent ‘sorry mom’ and offered her a cookie as a peace offering.
She smiled and took the cookie and said “Don’t apologize dear; it’s not your fault. I want him home too.”
The voice of her father woke Illiana from her sleep.
“Wakey, Wakey beautiful.” The voice called.
Illiana smiled. Hearing her father always made her happy. Her smile faded as she realized it was only her alarm. She felt stupid getting excited over the digitally recorded voice of her father and yelled at her Smartphone. “Why aren’t you
waking me dad?”
“Are you alright dear?” the worried voice of her mother called from downstairs.
“Yes, sorry to worry you” she called back.
Illiana hugged her goose feather filled blanket and looked around her room. Each wall was painted a different shade of purple. She’d chosen them herself: Amethyst, Lavender, Wisteria and Periwinkle, although Periwinkle was more of a light blue. Then her eyes wandered to her desk, where her iMac rested humming quietly, she’d forgotten to turn it off the day before. And on the night stand laid the key for the Mazda MX-5 she’d gotten for her ‘sweet sixteen’. She hardly ever drove, she’d just gotten her driving permit and she felt insecure while driving, too exposed, vulnerable.
Illiana got up, picked out a dark blue jeans and a violet top and headed towards the bathroom. She undressed and folded her silken pajamas neatly. She turned the water on at 35 degrees Celsius and stepped under the warm cascade of water. She let the water pelt her back, massage her neck. It felt good. After 15 minutes she forced herself to leave the shower, got dressed and slurred down the steps into the kitchen.
The maid had cooked waffles, her favorite cinnamon waffles, but Illiana had no appetite. She half-heartedly munched on a cinnamon waffle and gulped it down with a glass of milk. She wasn’t looking forward to going to school today, well never
actually. She hated all the loud commotion of immature children; she liked it
quiet, smug and peaceful.