That Girl

Getting your Priorities straight

Wren's POV

The night was dark and cool as I walked back to my house. Street lights shined around me... well, around us. I looked over to my left to see Marco texting somebody on his phone. He had invited me out to dinner again and now we were leaving to go home. The walk was silent, not a word said between us. I looked in front of me again, watching the buildings as we walked silently, side by side. It wasn't like those dark silent streets where criminals and street pedophiles would roam around. It was more like those busy nights where you could see the cars pass by and where those kids and teens would hang out and have their "parties." I could see my street and looked back over to my left to see Marco right there.

"Why are you following me?" It was an innocent question. He wasn't the type to be a stalker and he already saw my house. And there were those times where he would help me with the groceries but at least he had a reason to come over.

"I wanna see Katie again. I have something for her from my mom," Katie is my mom's name. Ever since the hospital incident they've both been the bestest of friends. Even his mom was in on it. Sometimes I would see that they would text each other from time to time. That was kind of awkward for me but I guess you get used to it after all those years. We arrived to my house and I could hear my mom finishing up the last of the plates in the sink. She must've eaten dinner while we were away.

"Mom I'm home! Marco is here with me," I could hear her steps coming closer to us as I put down my bag. "Ah Marco! Long time no see!" She smiled at him as she wiped away the water from her hands. "Hello Katie. Looking beautiful as always." She laughed as he said it with a smile.

They hugged and talked a bit about life and what he had brought for her. It was a limited tea cup that she's been wanting for a while now and you could literally see sparkles around her. He had to leave soon and so we all said our goodbyes. I went up to my room and changed into pajamas while taking out the work I had to do for college. I had a story to do and a science project. It was due next week but better to do it now. Taking out all my materials, I went back down to do my work on the table. Mom sat down next to me, looking over what I was doing. It was a normal thing now, she looking over my work and smiled like she had no care in the world.

She got up and prepared some Valerian tea for the both of us, of course using her new cup. It was definitely a stress reliever and I loved how it would make me have a great night sleep. Mom placed the two cups of tea beside us and sat on the seat next to me. "So...?" My mother started out while I hummed in response and started the story.

We were assigned to make a story for little kids around the age of 11 and younger. It's a gift for the kids in the orphanage near our building. I had already decided what the story would be and it seemed like a good one. "... Is Marco your boyfriend already?" I shook my head and muttered a 'definitely not.' "Why? He's a good kid." I sighed, knowing where this was going. Mom would always try to matchmake me with a few guys and Marco would always be her favorite.

"Mom, you know me. I have no time for boyfriends right now. It disrupts the time I have with my part-time job and studying.... anyway I think Marco would be unwilling to do so as well." I muttered the last part not thinking anything of it. I could hear mom sigh, knowing how stubborn I am. She stopped trying to give me reasons to date Marco and sipped her tea quietly.

I'm only focusing on one thing, and that is to let you have a better life, Mom

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"Wren!" I was sitting on a bench, reading a book while waiting for my next class to start until I heard a voice call my name. I looked over to my right and saw a friend of mine, Mia. She saw me sitting on one of the benches and waved. "Hi Mia." I nodded my head, acknowledging her presence and she smiled. Mia is one of my good friends here. Well, we actually became friends just recently. I guess you can say it all started with a spill of coffee and having a lot of extra napkins.