Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 5 - The End of Summer

It has been a whole week since we moved to New York. I had to go shopping today because tomorrow I had school. I know what you are wondering. I haven't left the house since that day at the waterfall. Maybe I was avoiding France, but he was a distraction. Hopefully, we wouldn't be going to the same school.

Today I couldn't stay in; Dad said I had to go shopping for not just regular clothes but also my new school's uniforms and school supplies. I was attending Bryan's Academy. A rich people's school... I don't know how Dad could afford all of this: new house, new school, new piano, new everything. He claimed it was Mom's insurance, but I don't know if I believed him. I have better things to worry about right now, like getting out of this house and doing what needs to be done.

I lamely dragged myself out of bed toward my bathroom. I haven't had the time to fully appreciate the aesthetics of my bedroom and bathroom. My bedroom consisted of a round water bed with a plush rug under my feet and a giant luxury stand for makeup, a dresser that houses my perfumes and stuff, this giant closet that stretches way back, and a flat-screen TV above two bean bags. The bathroom had a bath and a shower; my reflection stared back at me where my sink stood, and the toilet lived beside the shower. My room and bathroom were painted in baby pink, my favorite color.

The reflection staring back at me wasn't pretty. My eyes were blood red and sore. I was up crying the whole night, missing my momma. I had to find a way to move on, but for now, I'll just continue grieving.

I took my toothbrush and brushed my teeth until they were pearly white. I hopped in the shower and scrubbed my skin, feeling so dirty. After I finished, I looked in the mirror again. The bags and the redness of my eyes were still prominent. I had to try to apply some makeup to mask it.

I left the bathroom and went into my room to choose something to wear. I decided on a black-and-white polka dot dress and some sandals. I just left my hair out so the curls may flow freely. I kept the makeup light, just enough to cover my eyes and my insecurities.

I ran to the kitchen to get a granola bar for breakfast. Then, I grabbed my purse and my keys, then locked up the house.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind: I had to fill up the indoor pool. It was covered right now, but I'd fill it up on the weekend.

I took out my phone, then went straight to my music app and chose 'Sweet Child O' Mine' by Guns N' Roses, a force of habit, I guess. I began walking down the street toward the bus stop, not knowing how long it would take to get a bus to the local mall.

I was waiting for one whole hour before I heard a horn beeping at me. Lo and behold, it was France. He rolled the windows down and said, "Hello, Darling, where you going?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I retorted.

"Slow down, darling, I didn't do anything, but I'mma ignore that. I'm guessing you're going to the mall."

"Are you a mind reader, sir?"

"Maybe, maybe not," he said playfully.

"Okay, France, get going now."

"I'm also going to the mall. Would you like a ride?"

"Nope, I'm just waiting on the bus; it will be here any minute," I said, looking down the road.

"Trust me, darling, you'll be waiting for a long time. The people in this community rarely take the bus, so it doesn't come more than two times for the day," he said mockingly. "Just come on, I'll drop you there and show you around."

"No thanks," I stubbornly said.

Just then, the bus appeared, and I smiled and motioned for him to leave as I would be going on the bus and not with him.