A New Life?

The Feast

I walked downstairs and saw my mom stirring a pot of Velveeta. She knows thats my favorite, I thought while smiling wildly.

         "Yum! My favorite, fresh Velveeta," I say to her. She turns around and sees me. She smiles back at me as I grab two glass plates. I walk towards the glass door that leads to the backyard. In our backyard we have a large picnic table. I remeber having my ninth birthday there. Mom and dad had invited a clown and I loved it. He would dance around and he smashed a piece of birthday cake in his face. I miss the time when we all laughed together, but it's okay I thought. I pulled the glass door to the left and it opened. I ran towards the picnic table and sat the glass plates down. It just turned six. I knew because the school bell across the street made a bell noise six times. I walked back into the house and grabbed a pitcher of juice from the fridge and two red solo cups. I brought them to the picnic table and poured an average amount of juice in the cups. Mom came walking into the backyard wearing a blue dress and a pair of sunglasses. She held the pot of steaming macaroni and two plastic spoons. She placed the pot in the middle of the table and the spoons on each of our plates.

          "Ready to feast?" my mom asked with a laugh.

          "Ready to feast," I said grabbing a spoon. We ate all the Velveeta and started a small fire. I pulled up two chairs as swarms of mosquitos bit at us. I didn't mind because this was the last time I'd be with her for a while. We sang songs and smiled together for hours on end. Before we knew it, it was eleven o'clock.

          "You have a big day tommorow, better get some sleep," she said standing up. I didn't want this time to end but I got up and put out the single dancing flame. Once I finished putting out the flame I walked to the glass door. I could see my mom stirring a mug which was probably full with milk. I opened the door and she looked up at me abruptly.

         "Goodnight, sleep tight!" I said to her to put the mood at ease.

         "Goodnight, don't let the bed bugs bite!" she said reaching over and giving me a little kiss on the cheek. I kept on walking until I reached the stairs. I ran up the stairs and walked into my room. I searched my drawers to find a pair of pajamas and found a long shirt which I oftenly wore to bed. It comforted me, wearing that Medieval Time shirt from when I was nine. I slipped it on and walked into my bathroom. I brushed my teeth until they sparkled like a diamond. Then I braided my hair into two, perfect braids. All ready for bed. Once I walked out the bathroom and saw the lonely suitcase next to my desk. Butterflies fluttered around my stomach at the thought of leaving tommorow. What was my mom gonna do all alone on the house. Would she sing to our pet bird every morning, or make steak tacos every Tuesday. I didn't want to figure that out though. I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to my spair charger. I pulled back my bed covers and laid down. Thoughts swam around my head violently leaving me with a minor head ache. I walked over to my purple radio in the corner and turned it on. Ariana Grande blared out and I turned the volume to sixteen. I walked to my bed and got under the warm covers. Before I knew it I was in a fantasy world dreaming of mermaids on California beach.