This is a story. It is not a fairytale or rom-com. It's a retelling of my story. This story is not for those who want a cute movie where the girl falls in love with her best friend who's been pining after her since second grade. This story is for you fucked up freaks who hate seeing people happy.
"Chloe! Chloe I won! I'm going to little miss sunshine!" Olive's hyper-ness shifted through the phone. "That's amazing! You're sure to win, gorgeous." I reply. I've been tutoring Olive Hoover for about 5 months now. She's become my mini best friend. Lately she's been super into pageants, and she's called to tell me she's qualified for "little miss sunshine", a beauty pageant in California.
"Well, yeah." She giggles. "Um, I want you to come." She says softly. "Oh, did you ask your parents? They're okay with it?" This takes me aback a bit. California is a long way out, and while I don't mind, I'm sure it's a little more complicated then just Olive approving it. "I'll call after dinner time and tell you, Ok?" I can tell she's smiling through the phone. "Alright, enjoy your dinner and let me know." I hang up the phone and sigh. As much as I love Olive, I've been going through a lot of shit lately.
Last week, I ate a total of 4 meals. Ham, with mac n cheese and broccoli, popcorn shrimp and fries, teriyaki chicken, and like, a shit ton of cereal. I was fucking up them lucky charms. Point is, I'm breaking down over here. That's like not even a quarter of it. God, if I had a list. To be honest, I have no idea when dinner time is so I'm just gonna hover by the phone for a while. I pick up a book from my childhood. My room hasn't been updated since I was a little girl, so it's all still intact. "Cheerio, says Mr. Rabbit. Huh. Don't quite remember Mr. Rabbit." I put the book back where it belongs and fall over onto my pink pillow case and bedspread.
The abrupt sound of my cell phone vibrating like a maniac from the ringtone scares the shit out of me, waking me up. I'd fallen asleep somehow and been dreaming about marrying some dude and then getting my heart broken. I don't understand my dreams so, I'll leave that one up for interpretation. I stumble over piles of clothes and bags as I rush to my desk to grab the skull flip phone. "So?" I whisper excitedly. "They said yes!" We both squeal as I realize how daunting this sounds. I've met her mom and dad, but that's it. I'm going to be spending many, many hours with these people that I don't even know. Why would I agree to this??
"Did your mom say you can come?" She says after noticing my silence, interrupting my overthinking. "Oh, yup. We're all set. When do we leave?" I hesitate as I answer. "Tomorrow, In the morning. My dad said be here by 8." She squeaks. "I'll see you there." I choke up as I flip the phone shut. I haven't quite asked my mother yet, but I don't think she'll pass up the opportunity to be alone for a few days. Not that she doesn't like love me or whatever, she just drinks much more when I'm gone. She thinks she's doing me a favor by only getting shitfaced with me and getting blackout when I'm gone. A real sweetheart, ain't she?
The TV blares out some random sitcom whilst I walk towards my mom on the couch. She's about average height, maybe a bit taller than I am, and heavy. She's not very intimidating, but she gave me the wonderful genetic gift of off-the-rails anxiety so asking her something like this made my palms sweat. I pushed the hair out of my face as I approached her and just stood waiting for her to notice me.
"Yes?" She says without even looking my way. "Olive made it into little miss sunshine." I blurted out abruptly. Her head shifts my way. "What the fuck is a little miss sunshine?" She laughs. "It's a beauty pageant. Anyway, she want's me to go with her. Can I?" I reply. "Where is it? How long will you be gone?" Her head turns back to the TV. "California.." I whisper, "I'll be gone a few days probably."
She laughs so hard she falls back on the couch from her show. I can tell she's not sober. "Okay.. Be safe." With her approval, I immediately begin packing. I've never been to California but I can at the least make the hypothesis that it's hot. Due to this, I'm dreading the weather. You can assume why I'm limited to long sleeves and pants. I've accumulated quite a sense of styling even with these limitations. I have a few favorite pieces of clothing, that I make sure to put in my bag. I'm not a very light packer, I tend to throw in all of my entire life's essentials.
I zipped the bag up and placed it by my door so I wouldn't forget it in my morning groggy forgetfulness. Pulling the covers up so they're covering my shoulders, I rolled over onto my side and adjusted my pillows. I stared at the corner of my room for quite a while before I was even able to shut my eyes. Eventually, I'd lose consciousness as the world fades away.
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hey there.. i didnt feel like coming up with a aname so i used my own 😭 im terribly sorry you had to read through this um.. i have no words honestly.. anyway this was kinda a prologue/intro itll get better i SWEAR!!!! i think.. also
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imagination , dwayne hoover
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