Chance

Chapter 8 - Not Allowed To Talk It Out

Sylver Allynsha Armstrong

It was difficult to sleep that night. My mind was clouded with the idea. I had fixed the puzzle that I can't believe I couldn't put together in all these years. Adam Brown probably did take a toll on me.

Weirdly, this makes me feel like he's my brother. Which is disgusting considering the fact that I am absolutely swoon.

I sat up. The clock on my nightstand read 7:26 am. I was awake all night thinking of my mother and Adam Brown's? This was so freaky. I had to talk to him.

Then I realised that I couldn't be seen with him. Fuck, what now. Maybe I'd talk to him at lunch.

Maybe I would.

I got up and decided to go about with my day. I went to the bathroom and cursed, realising that I got my period. I hated this.

I brushed my teeth, looked at my self in the mirror and said, "Sylver, you're a mess. You're terrible. You're incongruous. Go live your day like you're trying to not be so. Be a hero," it was quite pathetic really. But it worked sometimes.

I stuck a tampon and pulled my pants up. I washed my face and decided to shower after school. I put on a skirt remembering my date with Adam Brown afterwards. It was a denim skirt with black lace at the hem. I popped on a black tank top and topped it off with a grey cardigan. I slipped in my combat boots and I looked pretty indie rock today. It wasn't that pathetic after all.

I brushed my hair. Didn't do anything in particular to it. I put on some dreamcatcher earrings. I wore my Mockingjay necklace and dabbed some red lipstick. I looked hot.

Adam Brown deserved it. I liked dressing up for him. He was so punk rock in his geeky ways. I liked it. I liked him.

I put some mascara on and topped everything off by squirting strawberry perfume on. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I was okay. I'd be okay.

I went downstairs and ate the pancakes Stella had made for me. Then I picked up my keys and drove off to school.

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Adam Andrew Brown

Call me a geek for it but school made me forget things for a while. I liked everything about school. It was my escape.

I got considerably good grades. Who was I kidding? I was valedictorian of my class. I was the best. But I wasn't smart enough to figure out my mother was gay.

She told me that she was always gay. Her parents couldn't accept her so she was married off to my father. She had met dad in college. They had the same Honours class in Math. Yes, my parents were math geeks.

My mum was involved with a woman since she was 15. They were very much in love but they could never get the blessings from their respective families.

So my mum asked my dad to be her beard. My dad was crazy in love with my mum. She only kissed him on the cheek and baked cookies for him. She would come home from work and hug him. As a child, I would see dad breaking. The love of his life was married to him, but for their own selfish motives. It was very saddening.

As I grew older, I would hear them fighting after I went to bed. Well, they'd think I were sleeping but their fighting would keep me up.

They always spoke about a woman named Allynsha. I wondered who she was. It took me all these years to understand that "that lady" who's name I wasn't allowed to utter, usually referred to as Lyn, was in fact Allynsha. The person dad was being mum's beard for.