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Grin & Bear It

Grin and Bear it. That was his big, fatherly advice that was supposed to help get me through High school. I was just over 17 and he was over forty, and in all those years he came up with Grin and Bear it. The World Renowned writer, who has been on every hit list since his first book, and is well know for his ungodly way with words, came up with Grin and Bear it for his 'Princess'. Isn't he a genius? I couldn't help but think over all the mean things I could do to him, who needs that lazy old geezer anyways?
" Sissy, When am I gonna get boobies?" My younger brother asked from behind me. A mock look of curiosity was on his face, and when I turned around to see him not only wearing one of my bras normally, he also had a strapless one on his head as if he had a toothache. He took one good look at my face and ran off screaming for Daddy, I was in hot pursuit and grabbed him by the back of the bra before he got to the foot of the stairs. The loud snap that followed got my Father out of his permanent residence in front of his computer and had him storming up the stairs. Not entirely sure what had his only son in such pain to where he'd scream for God. Isn't he the drama queen?
When my Father saw Jacob on the floor, he tried his absolute best not to laugh, not knowing why his child was crying, he only knew his son was wearing a bra across his chest and one on his head. He just leaned over and tried to comfort his son enough to where the screaming child would speak coherently and mutter out my name." Naphtali " He said with as much drama as any llama would be able to come up with.

My father looked crossly at the boy and helped him get over his tears." Do you think it had something to do with, umm, your bra?" He said looking at his son curiously, he was relieved when his son then grinned quiet largely and answered something childish. I knew how this was going to end so I just closed my room door. No point in listening to them, it always ends the same.
I continued for the next 30 minutes just adjusting my school uniform, even checking my teeth twice and making sure everything I had planned would work. I had my backpack already to go, and even all the what-nots that I would be putting into my locker, I was pretty much set though I was still forgetting one thing. It was the only objects I could honestly not leave school without.
" Naph its time for school." I heard my father say as he tapped lightly on my door. I couldn't help but smile as I noticed that my father did not refer to me by name, but he was also weary of my feelings. All of them, no matter how stupid he believed they were. I grabbed my Makimono's, bag, wallet and walked out of my room. It was my first day of school, and as my father said... Grin and Bear it.

I arrived at school more nervous and nautious than I think I've ever been in my life. Of course, I was wearing the same thing as every other girl in the school, but it felt and seemed as if I had " Freak Show" "Stare at Me" and " Freak" stamped on my forehead. I found myself unconsciously moving my hand to check just to make sure their was nothing their, once I noticed it I quickly made it look like I was just adjusting some unseen hair strands.
I ignored the whispers as I walked as confidently as I could up the steps to the schools front door, hoping to God that I didn't fall. Wouldn't that be great, being known as a cluts before I even walked into the school, at least it was better than Naphtali.
It didn't take long for me to realize I wasn't just out of place physically and mentally, I was also out of place due to money. Everything about this place screamed 'I have more than You!' and it killed me to see all of the pictures of successful students smile mockingly at me. I was on the verge of snapping at an inanimate object when I noticed a brightly light door that promptly said 'Office'. I opened the door slowly, but not before I stuck my tongue out at the portrait of the previous smiling principal. She was gone, no reason to be nice to her, right?

The office was just as nice as the rest of the place, awards lining the walls in what seemed to be complete symmetricalness. I didn't even know that was possible... Everything was aligned as it should be, the chairs were a clean leather and the only sign that they were not recently bought was the deep indent they made in the clean carpet. This place is weird, I thought as I gently placed my hand on the silver ringer. Its ding came out much louder than I expected it to and jumped as it made its sound. Merely getting a smile from the receptionist that walked out of a door I didn't even know was their.
" Malkovich?" She asked politely as she set down several files and a cup of coffee, I could smell from here that it was deeply drownded in sugar and milk.
" Hai, please, if it is at all possible. Could you have the name that the teachers call me by be changed?" I asked politely, fidgeting with the consent note that I had in my hand as I smiled to seem more at ease. She looked at me puzzled at first, it wasn't till after she nodded her head did I realize I wasn't in Kansas anymore. Not that I was ever in Kansas, its just, you know, Dorothy and the Cowardly Lion? It seemed Hai wasn't a word she was used to, and from the dictionary I had, it meant 'Yes'.
" We can't allow that without the Okay from a parent, and we would prefer to call you by the name your Mother gave you. Okay?" She said as if she was recalling the handbook in her head to check for any rules that would not allow it. It was when she saw me flinch at the word Mother did she begin to become more human, and less perky.
I swallowed and tried to keep a calm and un annoyed look on my face," I have a consent form here." I said placing it in front of her. She took it without question and read over it. Nodding here and their as my fathers neat handwriting explained to her why it was an annoyance, and it was upsetting to be called by my first name. Hell, I'm pretty sure my father even explained to her why we had to move from our comfortable homes and familiar lives. If it had, she didn't say anything as she wrote several things on several different pieces of paper. I saw several words, Mother, dead, Naph, sadness, therapy, careful, and caution, all of these words set me into a horrible feeling of aggravation. I wanted to know what she was writing, and it killed me that I couldn't snatch the papers from her hand and scream in her face that she shouldn't be talking about me. Grin and Bear it.

" Just sit their for a few moments, and a student will come by to escort you personally throughout your day." She said, the look in her eyes aggravated me after my fathers advice had calmed me. I hate seeing the look of sympathy in the eyes of other people, people who don't even know who I am or was. I nodded and sat down in the leather chairs, surprised that the seat made no noise as I adjusted myself several times to ensure I was comfortable. I had arrived 45 minutes early to ensure that if their was any paperwork that I personally needed to fill out, I would have a head start on it before school had started. Looking at my decision now made it all seem as if it was a huge mistake, only 13 minutes had gone by and it was boring.

Edited into one post by Knerd.