Little Miss Good Girl

Chapter Two: Skating

The rest of that day faded quickly. I'd retreated back to my comfortable room and opened up my MacBook. The first thing I noticed were the amount of notifications that 'dinged' on my screen. Facebook, Twitter, my emails all overflowing with notifications. I slammed my laptop shut. There was no way I was dealing with this now. I didn't need a bunch of hate from my peers.

Huffing in defeat, I lay back on my bed until dinner is ready. We were having Spaghetti tonight. "Hey mum?" I asked as I sat across from her at the dining table with a delicious looking bowl of pasta.

"What's up sweetie?"

"I was wondering if we could do something over the next few days, something fun and good for our... um.. Bonding. You know like mother daughter time?" I hesitantly asked. We hadn't spent much time together since dad passed. Her grieving was a lot worse than mine and the amount of alcohol she had consumed on the day of his funeral took its toll on her. She needed to get out and enjoy life again. Open up to new people and opportunities.

"That sounds nice.." She trailed in reply "what did you have in mind?"

"Well I don't know. We could go shopping or go out to lunch..." I was struggling to come up with ideas "or we could go ice skating?" I asked a little hopeful she'd say yes. She used to ice skate as a hobby when she was younger but I have never seen her skate myself. Dad used to say that she was the best he had ever seen.

"Hun, I haven't been skating in years! I would fall over and we both know how easily frustrated I get."

"But mum I think it would be good to get your mind off things and since I can't go to school for a few days, I want to spend some time getting you back to normal."

Mum let out a sigh of pity "this has been hard on you hasn't it sweetie? After seeing me drink away my sorrows."

I looked her in the eye this time with a sigh "I'm fine mum. I'm worried for you is all."

It was silent for a minute before she spoke up again "Maybe it would be good to get out of the house and go skating.." She thought out loud.

"YAY!" I said doing I my weird happy dance in my chair. Just picture that weird dance cockroaches do before they die, you know when they are lying on their backs. Now think of me doing that.

She looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "Don't make me regret my decisions." She said in a semi serious tone. We ate the rest of our dinner in a comfortable silence.

Once I had helped mum clean the dishes, I sprinted up the stairs to take a shower. I felt like I needed to wash the day away. Too much stress had built up inside me that I needed to let go of. When I stepped out I found my purple check flannel Pjs and brushed my teeth. The weight of the day seemed to catch up with me and I quickly found sleep.

*

A bird outside woke me to the early Tuesday morning. I stretched across the bed in an attempt to remove the knot in my back that had probably formed from my abnormal sleeping positions. I walked over to my dresser that had a large mirror framed with pictures of family and good times and did my hair. No one should ever see the monstrosity of my bed head, not even mother.

I quickly picked out a pair of black jeggings, a white plain tee, a red oversized jumper and a scarf and pulled on some socks for the skate rink. No need to put effort into my appearance today if no one I know will see me. I guess that's a perk of not being at school.

Going downstairs I heard the toaster go off. "Morning mum" I said as I walked around the corner to the kitchen where she stood in a pair of tight jeans and a fitted jumper that suited her frame so well. She looked breath taking. All the men on the rink will be dying to talk to her.