southpark is a close knit community, in which y/n's family has woven their selves into. for better or for worse? depends on the day. a chance to get away from the cold, mountainous, town arises from an invite to tolkien blacks's very own private isl...
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my head thumps against the silk pillows as i fall back into the comfort of my mattress. my phone won't stop buzzing and all i want to go is go back to sleep. after the longest five minutes of my life, it finally stops ringing, coming to an equally uncomfortable silence, though i'd rather that then the blaring of the repetitive tone.
the ceiling is even less entertaining than the wall. i close my eyes, trying to escape from the weight of waking up. it doesn't work very well. i groan, coming to the realization i am officially up for the day. it's 6:34 in the morning.
"oh shit." my mom was the one calling me. i fumble with my phone, my fingers not listening to what i tell them to do. "hey mom." i croak, finally returning her four calls. "jesus y/n, i thought you died out there. anyways. how are you?" why is she calling today after an entire week available to pick up the phone? her and dad have all but ghosted me, only sending the occasional, obligatory, message. 'how's the weather?', 'did you take my shirt?'.
"um, good?" i respond curtly. she had all day to do this, but thought just after sunrise was the perfect time? "that's good. listen, your dad and i were talking and we think maybe you should come home." she pauses inbetween her words, sighing. i can hear her swallow. is she joking right now? "you're kidding." i say in disbelief.
i don't want to go back home- in the most childish way possible. "no. we just believe it would be in your best interest to be with us over the summer. you know, help you figure some things out." she pulls away for a moment to whisper to dad. "what are you talking about?" how could it possibly be in my 'best interest' to come home? there is actually nothing of significance in that town. another boring summer, but this time spent miles away from any of my friends? no thanks.
"you seem lost, okay y/n? you're lost. you have no direction or goals for your future, and you can't live in the moment forever. life is coming, and life is coming fast. your fifteen, turning sixteen real soon. it's time to put your big girl pants on and put your future together." her tone becomes more stern, abandoning her previously passive approach. so kind of you, mom.
maybe i'm not super obsessed about my future like kyle and wendy are, but i don't want to be like them. i don't dwell about my future when i have my whole life to experience it. "why do you suddenly care about all this? and for the record, i'm doing just fine with my goals. not like you'd ask what i'm thinking though." i understand they care or whatever, but this is ridiculous. how would taking me home even change my outlook on life?
"don't even do that. i know you; well enough to understand that you are not focusing as much as you should on how your life is going to pan out. we won't be here to walk you through life forever." here she goes playing the death card again. she always does this when conversations get heated, bringing up her and dad's inevitable death. i wouldn't be suprised if she is immortal just to spite me for the rest of my life, constantly waving her passing above my head.
