Eternally, I Do

Chapter 3: As If

"Mia?"

I blinked at Val in surprise as I turned to face her. "Sup?"

"Gosh, Mia," my best friend, Valerie Lawson, rubbed her temples. "I've been calling your name for the last ten minutes and everything I'd said seems to have gone into one ear and out from the other. Are you even listening to me? I wanted to tell you about the new shopping outlet, what is it called again? Oh yes, The Groove. It's a weird name you know, but it sells the most prettiest of dresses and and..."

I wasn't listening to Val at all, I admit. I slumped against the table top as I begin to draw idly on my note pad. For five good minutes, I've been drawing a doodle of a taco and I admit it did pretty well considering my lack of skills in art. I don't really know why I suck in art though, maybe it's a family gene passed down from Mom. Anyways... I don't really care because I didn't really have the passion and patience to even finish a painting of a single daisy flower. "Tacos... mmm," I licked my lips. Maybe what Val needs are tacos and not dresses... a plan starting to form in my head.

I jumped out from my seat and zoomed to the door. I was one step out of the room when a hand grabbed my wrist. "Now where do you think you're going?" Val narrowed her eyes at me.

"Err... erm, shopping for dresses?" I gave her a weak smile, hoping she'd just let me go and have my haven of tacos.

"Yeah, like I would believe that," Val smirked. "Now tell me the truth."

I snatched my hand back and folded my arms. "I wanted to get tacos," I pouted.

"NO!" Val shouted so loudly she almost burst my poor ear drums.

"WHY NOT?!" I shouted back at her.

"BECAUSE YOU'RE ON DIET!"

"I DON'T CARE, I WANT MY TACOS NOW!" I stomped my feet, standing my ground. I will not be beaten by my bestie! I will definitely have my tacos, and I will have it no matter what! And nothing in the force of this world can stop me from getting it! Should some bastard or jerk block me from having my way, I'd knee them so hard they'd have difficulty walking the next day!

"Where in hell do you think you're going, Amelia Hathaway?" came a masculine voice from behind me.

Well maybe... except this bastard...

"Hey..." I swirled around, trying to create that dramatic hair twirl I watched in those movies (epic fail, I know). Looking down onto my sneakers, I bit onto my lower lip as I played with my hair, trying not to look directly at his face. Blushing, I looked up horrified to come face to face with Mom's angry face.

All of a sudden, the scenery changes and I am flung back into that little hospital room I was in. I stared into the raging flames burning in the irises of Mom's eyes. Her mouth was moving rapidly, opening and closing with a amusing pattern as her hands seem to be everywhere. "Where were you the whole night!? You missed school!" She was speaking gibberish, I know it. Parents always say the usual like "where were you the whole night?" or "you missed school!"

And the next second you know, you'd be grounded.

"Young lady, you're so ground!"

See?

I nodded weakly at Mom, staring right through her as if she was glass. "Yes, old dictator Mom. I will obey your wish for me to be grounded because I don't give a damn." Having said that, I fall back against the pillows, pulling up the covers and closing my eyes for a snooze.

I knew that was too good to be true when Mom grabbed me straight up, pulling me towards the door. I am too deprived of tacos to even protest. Although the hospital staffs were another question.