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Home is where embarrassment is

I ran towards my mother, my hands open to embrace her. When I got to the door, I grabbed her and I began to cry.

"What's going on? Shannon, are you all right?!" She questioned while trembling.

All I could spit out was one miserable word.

"Terrorist!" I screeched through tears.

I began to calm down, embracing the thought that my mother was okay; she was standing in front of me, breathing, no longer bleeding, and of course, being absolutely clueless about the adverse situation that was going on.

I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the living room, while I was still sniffling where towns folk were huddled, around the Starbucks.

"What's going on?" She exclaimed, her heart pumping faster and loudly.

"Mom..." I answered, calming myself down.

I then sighed, and began to tell her the whole story. Why the news crew was outside. Why a teenage mom wearing a #Swag Tank top was arguing about politics.

"Well..."l she said embarrassed.

"I was enjoying a strawberry kiwi lemonade, as me and my co-worker enjoyed our break together. She dropped the plastic fork she got with her banana bread and bent down to pick it up. She came back up to the table and she bumped her head on the piece of furniture! It spilt my lemonade on me,and I began laughing, Then, everyone evacuated the building because a fire alarm was pulled... we then left with them of course, and we went home."

I stared into her eyes and connected the dots. Her drink was the "blood."

Her laugh sonds like a dying cat, which was considered as the scream. When her co-worker bent down, it created a illusion that she was being stabbed.

I had yet more to explain to my mother.

When she had found out what was going on, she gasped and began trembling with embarrassment.

So, for the rest of that night, we looked through our phone booth under the dim kitchen lights and the calming glow of dusk.

My mother had to go through the embarrassment of calling the news station and explaining the real situation, while we both had to go through the embarrassment of seeing the "real story" on the news.