Smokiń, Mason Freeland

002, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2, Poem.

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Word count; 1340.
Warning; none?
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Tracy was at in her room, the door open, while she continued to do a school project that needed to be finished for the next day. Mel was in the hair dressing room, brushing hair away from a kids face due to the, having a lollipop in their mouth. The kids mom stood over to the side as Mel continued to do her job, styling the kids brown and blue hair. "This looks great. Next time we'll do orange." Mel commented, looking over the hair she had just finished. "Hair gel, baby!" Mel yelled, seeing as Tracy was the last one to have it.

Pulling her pen away from the paper, Tracy got up and grabbed the hair gel to give it to her mom. Walking out of her room, Tracy walked towards the hairdressing room which held her mom, the client and the kids of client. "It's okay mom, he can borrow mine, again." Tracy told her, showing herself in the room as she handed her mom the hair gel. "Thank you." Mel stated, looking back down at the kid in the chair.

"Ohhh, Rodney I love the blue." Tracy told the boy, a smile lingering on her face as she walked away and towards a different room. "Okay, do this." Mel instructed, pulling a face with Rodney copied so she could brush left over hair out of his face. "You guys hungry? I did Italian tonight." Mel exclaimed, pulling the cloth of the kid so he could be let free. Hearing this Rodney, and his brother ran to the kitchen, where the food was in the oven. Mason walked in, opening the oven and taking out the food so it didn't burn.

"Hey, what's up guys?" Mason stated, moving the food to the top of the stove so it could rest. Mason had picked up plates and gave each kid a big piece as they ran towards were their mother was located. They ran with the food on plastic plates, their mother wrist stuff down in a book as she waiting at the door. Opening the front door, Mel let the kids and the client go as the client had given Mel a two dollar tip. "Bye! Don't burn your tongue." Mel exclaimed, taking the cash off the lady and closing the door.

"Jesus, a two dollar tip? They ate half the lasagna." Mel stated, looking down at the cash in her hands. "Mom, your way to generous." Tracy told her, looking down at her poem, which was written in a book. "Did dad send you the check this month?" Tracy asked with a sigh, knowing the answer but didn't know if it was true. Looking back down at her poem, making sure it was finished before closing the book shut. "Lay off him, Tracy." Mason to,d her, walking into the room with food because he was hungry.

"He just started the new job." Mason continued, getting annoyed because he really missed his dad. "We're fine. I worked all week." Mel explained, trying to cheer Tracy up but taking her hair out of the small buns and running her hands the her daughters hair. "Oh, you'd look great with some honey, blonde entertainment streaks." Mel told her, still running her hands in Tracy's hair. "It's not fair. I can't be mad at you when you do that." Tracy exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke.

"Here, mom, listen to this." Tracy stated, flipping her notebook open again to find where her poem laid. Mel just hummed in acknowledgment. "He was crippled, but only his body was cracked." Tracy started, pausing for a moment before starting again. Before she could continue, the door had reopened and a women with stranger hair entered with her small child. "Tracy!" The child, known as Kayla, screamed as she ran towards the older girl with a bubbly smile. Kayla liked Tracy a lot and missed her as they hadn't seen each other in a while.

"Hey, Kayla." Tracy stated, letting out a sigh because she wanted to finish her poem. "Hi, the bus never ca,e then it did." Birdie, Kayla's mom, explained as she sat her purse down on the coffee table which was in the middle of the living room. Kissing Tracy on the forehead, as a greeting, Birdie pints to her daughter. "I have to per and she hasn't eaten any thing." Birdie told Mel, silently asking if her daughter could have some food. "We'll, that's okay. There's some stuff on the stove." Mel told Birdie, looking back at her.

"Oh great! Okay, then we'll go?" Birdie questioned, looking at Mel for confirmation as she pushed her daughter towards the kitchen because she knew that Kayla needed food in her system. "Tracy, I'm sorry. I just haven't been to a meeting all week." Mel apologises, seeing as Tracy looked down about not letting her hear the rest of the poem. "You know, I need to go." Mel stated, Tracy giving an it's okay look but she really cared in side. "I really want to hear your poem, come on." Mel pushed, wanting to hear the rest of it before she left.

"No." Tracy quietly mumbled, not wanting but also wanting to let her mother listen to rest of the poem. "Please start over." Mel begged, now lying in the couch as she was next to her daughter. "It's okay, mom." Tracy told her, closing her eyes as she wanted some peace for the day. "No, please. I really want to hear it." Mel begged on, looking her daughter right in the eyes as she spoke. Picking up her book again, Tracy sighed before going back to where she left off. "Hey was crippled, but only his body was cracked. It's not simple, nor' is it an easy matter to explain." Tracy paused but only for a moment.

"Let's just leave it at that, she says and closes the holy book of lies. She closes her eyes, denying ti herself that she thought happened." She finished, Mel just looked list of words because it was deep and had a hidden meaning to it. "Wow, that really heavy." Mel admitted, having tears in her eyes. "And it scares me, a little bit. It's beautiful." Mel complimented, pausing before speaking again. "We gotta talk about it when I get back, okay?" She questioned, knowing how Tracy felt, seeing as she didn't really want to express it at all.

"Hey! Can we have some of this cake?" Birdie questioned, breaking the silence that was in the living room. "Oh. No, no, no, no!" Mel yelled to Birdie. "Shit, that's Mario's cake. He's twelve years sober!" Mel yelled again, sprinting towards the kitchen so no one ate it. Kayla just came back into the living room, running up to Tracy. "Tracy, I want a piggy back ride!" Kayla expressed, jumping into the olde girls back. "Hang on, uh mom! Mom, mom. No, I told you I can't baby sit, I have an I-search project due tomorrow." Tracy it in, walking her way towards her mom as the latter garbed her scarf and bag from the rack as Birdie held onto the fruit cake that had icing in it.

"Baby, bay. Cut me a break, you know I need to go." Mel told her, rushing to get out of the house for her meeting. "Keep coming back." Mel said, looking at her daughter that had Kayla on her back, holding onto the little girls legs so she didn't fall and hurt herself. "It works, if you work it." Mel and Birdie say in unison, kissing their daughters on the cheek in a good bye. The run out the front door, losing it behind them as Tracy stared at them in shock. "Thanks, mom." Tracy stated, realising that she would have to make do with Kayla and her project.

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Author note;
No outfit for this chapter because
it was just about Tracy and Mel!
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