Hurrying her back home from getting the recipes for night dinner. Calamity's eyes twinkle on the busy street lights of Greenfield Hills, where she and her dad have always lived since she was a kid.
Everything brought into the world changed so much in this city, she thought, turning the corner of her neighborhood and still having time to get in the house. She frowns, now that her stepmother, Layla, is the new wife to her father, nothing wasn't the same when her mother decides to divorce him because she caught him cheating. But it seems that he regrets his mistakes in Calamity's eyes when she sees him. Unhappy now that he's with Layla. But he only loves his daughter, Calamity. His only happiness.
Arriving at home, she got off her bike and placed it in the garage, seeing that nobody isn't home yet. She sighs in relief. Calamity quickly changed her clothes and started with dinner.
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Calamity gave attention to the front door opening of the front of the house, to know everyone had arrived home.
Time to face my evil step-siblings and their mother. At least dad's home as well.
Her dad, Isaac Woods works at a fashion company that takes place in downtown Greenfield Hills, since Calamity was born, and he enjoys it and he loves what he does, his way to escape from reality from Layla who also tried to control his life.
Treating him and his daughter like robots. "Ah, finally dinner." She could hear her stepmother, Layla, hearing her heels click on the wooden floor, to make her way to the kitchen.
"Hopefully it's good."
"That's if it's gonna be good." Calamity could hear her step-siblings right behind their mother, who were laughing. Barry and Beatrice Roberts, the twins of their mother. Both are in the same grade as Calamity. Perfect and do whatever they want without getting into trouble. The perfect two.
They mostly look like their father with his figures. The dark skin, a bit from their mother by the sharp jawline, both have that dark curls, as for Calamity, she mostly looks like her mother. The pale caramel skin, dark chocolate eyes from her father, dimples when she smiled, and straight blonde hair that her mom had which her dad told her.
"Behave yourself you two," her dad warned them knowing they would just roll their eyes, who was closing the front door. She sighed in relief. Calamity already set the table perfectly before they came in. So, she wouldn't get in trouble with Layla.
"Oh, dinner looks wonderful, Calamity," Layla said, clasping her hands together. Tonight's dinner was garlic butter chicken with white rice. Calamity's mom used to make this when she was a little girl. Now that they're here she doesn't enjoy it as much.
They all sat down at the dinner table, as she mumbled, "Enjoy."
Her dad paused at the chair of the table, glancing at his daughter in confusion who was heading to the stairs. "Aren't you going to eat?"
Layla and her kids glared at Calamity. She peeked at the first glance at them, shaking her head, "No. I'm not hungry."
"Let her be, I know she has other important things to do," Layla said, cutting the chicken with her knife. "Come sit down, sweetheart. You have to be exhausted from work."
Calamity frowned from the stairs, but her eyes widened when he didn't sit down, saying, "I'm not hungry as well. You guys go ahead."
Layla didn't say anything and continued with her dinner as well as her kids. Calamity went upstairs to her room without saying a word, to do her homework. Her stomach growls in hunger, but she just ignores it. She sat on her desk, where she placed her book bag when she got back, to start with her work.
During the middle of her homework, she heard a knock at her door, she peeks, "Come in."
She saw her dad come in and closed the door behind him. "Hi, Dad, how was work?" Calamity asks, turning her chair, seeing him sitting on her bed. Isaac sighs, giving him a moment to think before he speaks.
"Work was the same as usual, oh- let me tell you about this woman though, " he let out a chuckle, she loved it when he told his stories about the company of his work, every day it's always something new, good or bad, she enjoys it every bit of his stories when he comes back from work, just to tell what happened.
Of how it was when everything was just fine.