Illegally yours

Chapter 3»Movies and Horror

"and I've left some money in the kitchen drawer for food and other stuff. Don't blow it on unnecessary things now okay?" my mom continued giving me all the instructions as I occasionally nodded my head replying okay or saluting her by saying aye aye captain.

"oh and honey if you need anything you can call Chelsea. I've told her to check on you once in a while so don't hesitate." Chelsea Chesterfield is my mom's best friend and our neighbour. She just moved in with her family 2 years back. My mom and she have been hanging out ever since. She has two sons and a cute little baby daughter. And I've never really been too close with her though she's a really nice person. It's only her elder son that gives me the creeps. I ain't denying that he's a hottie and that I used to have a major crush on him but soon after I realized how much of a creep he is all my feelings went out the window. I've never even attempted to talk to him.
pathetic. I know.

"okay mom you don't have to worry about me I'll be totally fine. You better get going or you'll miss your flight" I say keeping a hand on her shoulder. She smiles at me and takes me into another hug which must be the millionth one if I'm not wrong.

"oh honey I'm gonna miss you. I wish you could come too we'd have so much fun." She plants a kiss on my forehead.

"I know mom. I wish I could too but you know my finals are..."I say but she cuts me off.

"I know bun. Take good care of yourself. I'll call you as soon as I get there okay. Bye baby" she gives me a final goodbye kiss and walks out the door and into the cab. I wave her goodbye and get back indoor.

I take a look around, the house is so silent. It's a complete alien sound. It feels strange but exciting at the same time. I feel a smirk play across my face instantly as I realise that I am a free bird in my own house. I could do whatever I wanted, go out whenever I wanted, get back whenever I wanted.

I can smell freedom reeking all over the place.

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I watched as the egg I was holding one second ago decorate the floor with beautiful texture of yolk and egg shells. Some of the semi-liquid landing over my feet.

B-E-A-UTILFUL !

I take a look around and sigh. Its only been two hours since my mom left and the kitchen looked like it had already been destroyed in my vain attempt at making Brownies.

The dough I made looked like a brick. Brown Hard brick. "this ain't right" I tell myself.

"ya think??" My conscience mocks me.

"shut up conscience. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be cooking right now." I whisper.

"you call this cooking?" I'm really starting to get annoyed with my inner conscience right now.

Yes I'm talking to my inner conscience.

Don't judge meh.

Honestly though there's no one else to talk to and to keep myself sane I decide to.. yeah talk to myself.

And now I'm worried.

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I finish cleaning up the kitchen and it looks as good as new again. I decided to order pizza and watch a movie as soon as it arrived. Untill then I logged on to check my facebook.