Dumped on My Wedding Day

Dumped on My Wedding Day: Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

The next day was just like any other day – me waking up at 6:30 in the morning to get freshened up and ready for school. Yay..    Groaning as my bones ached and cracked, I stood up from my hard bed stretching and cracking every point in my body that could be cracked harmlessly.  I took a fifteen minute shower and stood in front of my large bedroom mirror looking at myself. 

My eyes were a exotic green with specks of gray.   My lashes stood upon my eyelids long and tall.  My nose was slight small, but it seemed to fit great into my features, so I didn’t make a big fuss out of it like most other girls when they see imperfections on their ‘perfect’ face. 

I took out my makeup box, and applied my daily makeup; chapstick on the lips, with eyeliner and mascara on the eyes.  I shivered as I thought of the girls who put on fake eyelashes too big in proportion to their face and different eye shadows that clashed with their eyes.   Honestly, I thought that maybe I should pull their eyelashes off for them so their heads don't fall from the weight of the lashes.

I bounded down the stairs purposely jumping pass the last one.  I saw my mom in the kitchen sitting at the table with a plate full of pancakes and bounced over towards the kitchen.  Managing to take a plate out of the cabinet without dropping it, I sat down at the table and started wolfing down pancakes. Yuumm.

“Where are you going, Kaelah?” I stared at her like she was stupid.  Seriously, are you asking this question.

“To school, mom. School, remember?  The place where kids who aren’t legally adults yet have to go to get a life and future later on and not become a failure.  Yeah, that place.”

“Honey, did you forget again?  You have no school since as of right now, you are twenty years old, not eighteen or seventeen or nineteen. TWENTY.”  She spoke stressing the numbers as if I couldn’t understand.

“Oh yeah. So what do I do? What did I do before the accident?”  I curiously asked pondering what career I chose since when I was young, I never had a clue of what I wanted to be.

“Welll.  You got into the University of Vanderbilt, but after you still didn’t know what to do on your second year, you dropped out.  Up until now, you were creating songs with your guitar and they were quite good.”

I smiled with appreciation towards my mom.  Ever since I was young, she always supported me in everything I did even when I once told her that I was going to work as a mail woman.  I always loved music, but me?  Creating music?  And from a guitar?

“When did I learn how to play guitar?” 

“Um. On your eighteenth birthday.” She said quietly looking away not meeting my gaze. 

Narrowing my eyes at her, I urged, “Who?”

She stayed quiet, but then her face lit up like a lightning bolt. “Kale! He knows how to play guitar and taught you how to play it.”

“Oh, okay.”  I remembered Kale always coming over to our house to play guitar to me when I had nightmares of my dad leaving my mom and I.  He was the reason the bad dreams no longer came.  And that was when I found out I loved him, not a little crush.  Love.

Finishing up her food, my mom pushed her chair back making it squeak loudly.  She went to wash the dishes and I hurried to put my dish in the sink before she finished.