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chapter IV. The Weekend

(Not the band.)

Ash and I unload the hefty amounts of shopping bags from my mother's car. Ash ended up buying more things than they initially expected because I felt charitable. After they'd bought some fingerless gloves, chokers, and stockings from Hot Topic, I took them to Spencer's, Zumiez, and Urban Outfitters. We happened to find some things that fit their aesthetic at those places, too. Then we hit Starbucks because I was sooo thirsty, and so was Ash, but then we were hungry and I bought a big salad from the Chick Fil A in the mall, and Ash got two completely loaded chicken sandwiches + a big container of fries, so... yeah. We had quite a bit of work to do with the whole unloading thing.

Thankfully, Mistake was out being mysterious and clinically depressed at the library until it closed, and mom had her job as a nurse, so she'd be out until late today and ALL day tomorrow, too.

"Wow, your house looks pretty nice, but to be honest, I pictured a mansion or something with the way you were spending your money so freely," Ash commented, in awe. Seeing Ash express so much emotion caught me by surprise for a bit, but I decided to shrug it off.

"Yeah, well, mother likes to be humble," I smirk, looking at my fairly large three story house. "Don't get me wrong... it definitely resembles one, I just don't think it could be classified as one if you'd ever sell it, yknow?" I nod. "I actually do, yes. That's why I said mother likes to be humble." Ash gives me a look that almost makes me think that they don't believe my mother is a very humble woman, but we both drop the topic.

"...anyway. My dad's coming to pick me up soon. I can help you get your bags inside the house, though."

I gasp in surprise, "you... you have... a FATHER?"

"Yes. Two."

"Oh never mind, now it checks out."

Ash narrowed their eyes at me, but she began to pick up the bags off the front step of my house and placed them inside. By the time they got the last bag in, their dad had arrived, and Ash took all of their stuff from our mall trip to load into their car. Of course it was only, like, three shopping bags and a full meal, but her dad looked at her in surprise when he noticed all the things we bought; and that was only his reaction to Ash's things. I can only imagine how he'd react to the sight of what sat on the main hallway of my house at the moment. Once Ash and their dad were off, I locked my mother's car, and took my Starbucks and Chick Fil A salad inside.

I glance at the multiple shopping bags. I'll just make Mistake pick them up and bring them to my room later... maybe I should even have her put them all for cleaning AND sort them into my closet.

And as if no character personality had ever developed, I was back to being the biggest girlboss I knew.

As if right on que, I hear the door creak open, and there's Mistake, just entering the house.

"MISTAKE!" I call for her, she simply looks up and poorly attempts to hide her grimace. I smile at her coyly, and with that, she already knew that she wouldn't be able to run down to the basement and hide herself in her room just yet.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Don't you see all my shopping bags? Get. Moving." I love being bossy. It's one of my greatest attributes, and I thoroughly enjoy doing it. If being bossy were an Olympic sport, 'Bararagh Golde' would be the name written at every first place spot on the records.

Once my sister had put all my clothes for laundry (after spending an entire hour cutting off every single tag) I decided to take a much needed shower to then lie in bed to be on my phone, eat my salad, and finish my Starbucks drink. The rest of my afternoon sounded like it would be quite exciting after such a tiring day.

Well it wasn't. The minute I sat in bed after my shower, I could hear Mistake's ear bleeding voice all the way from the basement. She was singing one of her 'original songs' AGAIN... and I've literally had it up to here with her stupid main character complex.

As I'm marching down the stairs, the singing gets louder. I try to make sense of whatever the actual fuck she's singing about, and all I hear is something about being a mess. Well she is a mess, both appearance wise and mentally. In fact, she's a wreck, and I do NOT blame mother for being a hater, because I've recently turned into one, too.

Up until last year, I had been a Mistake apologist. I defended her through thick and thin, and you know what that little rat did? She called me a hoe behind my back to one of our popular middle school friends, AND got my boyfriend to break up with me because she convinced him I was a self-employed prostitute. To be fair, I never really cared about him, he just had status, but potato tomato... that just means Mistake was probably jealous of me for snagging such a valuable male. So before the end of 8th grade, I decided to ruin her life, in a way where she could not recover. First off, I stopped defending her from mother. This got her mornings off to a bad start, and brought her to school in a shitty mood. Secondly, I began to spread rumors about her, too; but these were true. Like how she sings in that shitty voice of hers (with no rhythm or pitch, mind you), and how she stalked this random freshman at the nearby high school. She loathed me after that, and frankly, I couldn't give less of a shit. Once I unloaded all of her baggage that I'd been carrying for 13 years, I thrived. Sure, some may say I turned into a bitch, but I've been spoiled from day one. All that changed is that 'sissy' is no longer on my good side.

Finally having reached to the basement door, I knock, then I begin to bang on the door. She still cannot hear me. I loudly groan in annoyance and swing the door open, then stomp down the basement stairs.

"MISTAKE. IT IS MIDNIGHT ON A FRIDAY NIGHT. IF YOU WANT TO GO CLUBBING THEN GO FUCKING DO IT; BUT THIS HOUSE IS SO NOT THE PLACE."

Mistake whips around and stares at me in absolute shock, as if she didn't expect me to hear her loud animalistic screeching. "I-I can do whatever I want! F-f-f-f-first you take m-m-m-my social life away, a-a-and now you want to take m-m-m-my h-happiness...! S-singing is the only thing th-that-"

"Okay you can stop right there," I interrupt her, already getting a migraine, "first off, it's not my fault you're a cynical, self-pitying, waste of space, and SECOND of all, there is no way that hearing your own screeching could possibly make you happy. Unless disturbing the neighborhood peace is what makes you happy, instead, and if so, I still don't give a fuck. Shut the hell up and exist more quietly." Before Mistake could respond, or break into song once more, I storm back up the basement stairs and slam the door behind me. Then, I make my way back up to my room and prepare for bed. 'So much for enjoying the night,' I think to myself, with a grumble.

Luckily, she made no more noise that night, and mother returned quite late, but I decided that I'd bother her with Mistake's behavior tomorrow morning. My mind trails off Shaleigh and her betrayal... honestly, what did she even see in Brandon? He was so... disgusting! I mean, he was below mediocre. His cut made him look like debut Justin Bieber, he was actually kinda short, and his lips were thinner than Mistake's hair. I scrunch my nose up in disgust as I lie on my side, my eyes still adjusting to the black void of my dark room. I eventually decide to just close them, and go to sleep. I had beauty rest to catch up on, and I needed to spend the weekend formulating a plan to get Shaleigh back to her senses... and bring. Brandon. Down.

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