Foodie

Superior Surprise

I shuddered as that embarrassing memory flashed through my head. Unfortunately, It was also embarrassing for my friends who rendered themselves nothing but "helpless" to be seen with me. We all make mistakes and they refuse to be seen with me and my mother because she was laughing!

"Shannon ... So what do think about the camp?" My mom popped me out of my flashback, saving me from cringing at myself.

"It sounds pretty fun mom, thanks" I say, letting the words slide out of my mouth calmly.

We soon came to a complete stop at our house, the nice oak tree which stands by our sidewalk providing a gentle, calming shade as our car doors opened.

I grabbed my backpack for the last time all summer, and put it away in my closet, as I joined my mom in the living room. I sat down on the couch, comforted by a plush sound from the sofa and I took my eyes to the television, where an episode of Community  was playing. My mother turned towards me slowly, I saw through the corner of my eye that she was prepared to tell me some "Good news" as her expression was matching the one I barricaded myself against.

"the Food truck camp starts tomorrow" She said smoothly and casually. 

I couldn't believe she didn't tell me sooner. Already this summer was starting to turn out like one of those cheap, crappy, messed up movies where the plot is everywhere, the names of cities and products are outrageously peculiar and long, and cliched.

The next thing that I know is someone probably will tell me that I have a sparkly vampire boyfriend who is busy fighting misunderstood werwolves.  Reality was one thing I felt I lost.

I was prepared to share my opinion. I don't even know what time the camp starts at and I'm already told it starts tomorrow?!  My mouth opens up as I look away from the TV.

"Okay" I say, smiling.

"I'll be ready first thing in the morning. Thanks for letting me take this opportunity." I saw politely, my jaw clenching with regret and nervousness. 

It was nice that my mother was letting me have this chance to open up my social abilities, but what will the other people think of me? What exactly is "Food truck camp" and what are the details? Will there be boys there? Who exactly run it? Are they my uncle or just another jerk who's trying to take advantage of me and my mom? There was the one rude person at school once who did that and was never treated like a nice person by anyone after that. But that was years ago...  I'm in high school now... and it's a whole new battle against all the jerks who feel free to tear away at your abilities and dignity... if I can stay away from those people--

"Honey! Are you alright? you look... well... nervous."

"Yup! I'm alright... Fine actually!" I shake. I was having a troubling conversation with myself. This was all to much. I exhaled deeply, then I laid back and tried to relax.

"I noticed that there was some information missing in that brochure... When I take you to the camp tomorrow, I can walk in with you and we can ask politely about the missing info" My mom said, giving me a heartwarming smile.

I smiled as a soothing sense of calm came over my being.

"Well, I'm going to get some sleep... I'm really tired, plus I have a sharp pain in my back... Goodnight!" I say, approaching the stairs that lead upward to my room.

"I'm no complaint department..." My mother jokes.

"But account of you symptoms it sounds like your eighty-years old! You should take an advil."

"Okay... Goodnight" I answer, laughing my heart out.

I continue chuckling until I reach the top of the stairs and I wonder into my room. I stop laughing and I sigh. I have a new challenge to tackle tomorrow.