Hannah Miller Is Missing By Airisha Verma

Chapter 3

Frieda

Friday, October 7, 4:00 p.m.

"Sweetheart!" my mom calls me out from downstairs, I have told her a thousand times not to call me sweetheart, but she believes that it suits me, which is so not true, you don't call a screwed-up teen who everyone thinks is a creep a sweetheart.

I head downstairs to the kitchen and find my mom chopping vegetables. She is wearing an apron on which flowers are made. God, I hate flowers. They are just too colorful and so bright.

"What is it?" she turns towards me and says,

"Are you going to the homecoming?" I can't believe she thinks that I'm gonna go to a stupid party where everyone brings their date and dance for absolutely no reason.

"And what makes you think that?" I hop and then sit on the slab.

"Because it will be fun and you can have a good time with your friends, right?" Friends! I don't have friends, it's like she doesn't know me at all.

"I'm not gonna go," I tell her straight, but I know that she is going to insist on me going to that stupid party.

"Why not, Dear?"  she says sweetly.

There are two reasons why I don't want to go to homecoming (1) I have no idea what I'm gonna do there as I don't know anyone, and (2) I don't want to wear a fancy dress because that's just not my thing.

"Because I don't like parties, and FYI I don't have friends," I can see in her eyes that she is sorry about the friend thing.

"You're going to the homecoming!" her voice is now a bit strict.

"I said I don't wanna," why doesn't she understand.

"I'm not asking,"

"Ok," I say knowingly, I can't fight her now. My mother has two sides, a sweet, kind, and gentle one, and a strict, mean,  and harsh one.

She smiles at me, and I head back to my room. I lay down on my bed and give out a sigh, not of relief but anxiety. I put on my headphones and listen to idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish.

After two hours I woke up, I don't remember when I fell asleep.

"Sweetheart! Are you ready for the party?" I hear my mom coming toward my room. My mom opens the door and then panic,

"Why aren't you ready yet?"

"I fell asleep," I explain.

"Well, now get ready!" I get off of my bed.

"I don't have anything to wear," I tell her.

"What do you mean, you don't have anything to wear?!"

"Because I don't like fancy clothes," I mutter.

"Ok, don't worry I have a dress. You can wear that," she walks out of my room, and after a while, she brings a dress. Which has a bright blue color and ridiculous flowers made on it.

"Now go and change," I do not complain, and change my dress.

After 5 minutes I come out of my room. I look idiotic, but my mom thinks that I look like a princess.

"You look so beautiful, my sweetheart,"

"Let's do this," I give out a big sigh and then walk towards the door.

"Bye! Have a good time," my mom shouts from the car.

"In your dreams," I nod.

I walk towards the door and then stand before it, I hesitate to open it, but I take a deep breath and then flew it open. Everybody is wearing absurd dresses and dancing with their partners. The music is so loud that my ears are bleeding.