"or maybe I was just a girl interrupted"
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After her boyfriend breaks up with her, lost teenager Cecilia Bass is unsure of how to carry on living without him. Or with him? She is forced to continue going to school with him and having to deal with h...
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I stepped into my mothers jet black range tentatively and she immediately started on the journey to school and took the extra precaution of locking the doors to make sure I don't try and escape.
I wasn't planning on saying something, just keeping quiet and trying to gain some confidence. My mom on the other hand had other plans for this car ride, ones that included picking a fight with me for no reason.
"Celia i just don't understand how you let such a good boy go." She drummed her fingers along the steering wheel as we waited at the stop sign.
"Okay."
"Callen Nichols was such a nice boy - rich too. He treated you so well. You must have done something to upset him." I decided not to respond and a couple seconds passed before she just couldn't help herself from opening her obnoxiously loud mouth again, "Celia are you listening to me?" She turned to stare at me. A few tears had uncontrollably let loose and my chest felt as though it was about to explode. I looked back at her and she just huffed. "I'm just saying that you shouldn't have let such a good one go."
"Well can you stop saying."
"Cecilia that's no way to speak to your mother, I'm just trying to be nice; maybe even offer up some well needed advice." She looked hurt but I know she wasn't.
I look back out the window as the light turned green, "I don't need your advice."
"...So you know why he broke up with you then?"
I turned away further to face the window to hide my disgustingly red face and streaming eyes. Her words weren't mean and I'm not sure why I was crying. But I was. "No.."
She clicked her tongue, "That's exactly what I'm talking about, I say you go up to him and just beg him to take you back. It's not shameful if it works." Even if that wasn't already a stupid plan, Callen hates whiny girls. Ones that beg at him and cry. He hates seeing people cry but he loved making me cry. Maybe that's why he continuously did things throughout our relationship that would make any sane person sob.
My mother took a second to glance at me and notice my red ears despite me trying to shield my face from her. "Oh Celia stop it. You look hideous when you cry. As soon as you get out of this car you run straight into the bathroom and don't let anyone see you, this is why I brought you in early. But of course you won't even thank your poor old mom"
I won't. I won't thank her for anything.
We pulled up into Northridge. I had to scan my student id for the gates to open and as soon as they did I wished I'd stayed home. The metal gate was like a barrier shielding Northridge from the eyes of the 'commoners', it had the school name engraved on the front in fancy gold letters and a freshly trimmed hedge acted as a double barrier for the school.
