TITLE: Portrait of a Teenage Military Brat
GENRE: Edgy Y/A Contemporary
At 0600 my bedroom door almost flies off its hinges from Dad’s forceful blow.
“Get out of that bed. Now. If you are not downstairs in five minutes, consider it your coffin.”
For almost three years, since Mom died, this has been my wake up call. What a way to start the day, right?
With a grumble, I kick off the sheet and my journal lands on the floor with a loud thud.
A good thing Dad didn’t see this. He’d freak.
Writing is not a career option according to him. It’s all about life in the Corps.
I pick up the journal and flip to the last written page, skimming it to the end.
Terryn opens the utensil draw and lifts out a meat cleaver. She runs a delicate finger across the edge…
“There’s no use hiding,” she calls out with a fiendish grin, trailing to each corner of her mouth.
“Hmm. Not bad.” I close the dog-eared cover and place it under the mattress.
***t. Dad’s waiting.
I reach for my crumpled t-shirt and jeans hanging off the edge of the chair. Three minutes and forty-five seconds later, I jump and land at the base of the stairs. My best time yet.
I head to the kitchen, and for a split second consider going straight to school, hoping to avoid another lecture.
Dad raises his coal-like eyes from the newspaper and nails me in place with his stare.