Dealing

Part One.

I wake up to my alarm beeping on my desk across the room. Fourth of July. Fireworks, freedom, America, parades. At least that's what everyone's been talking about on social media for the last couple of days. 

I get out of my bed and grab my phone and then get right back into bed so I can scroll through all of my apps peacefully.  It's a Sunday so I don't expect my mom to come in anytime soon to come get me out of bed so I can "do something productive with my life".

On Tumblr, I see nothing particularly interesting. Twitter, same deal. I won't even touch Facebook or Instagram today out of fear of seeing soccer-moms posting pictures of their kids at the lake or hoes posting pictures in their red-white-and blue booty shorts. There is a time to see that and this is not that time.

"Amelia. C'mon I thought you were going to go help out at the parade in town today." My mom said quietly, poking her head into my room. Fuck. I forgot about that. 

I groan and pretty much roll out of bed and onto my feet.

"Yeah, okay mom. I'll be down in twenty." I say, waving her off. I walk over to my closet and roll the door open. 

"What to wear, what to wear." I say to myself. 

I grab my So Long and Good Night- My Chemical Romance bro tank out of my closet and a pair of black shorts. The weather app on my phone tells me it's supposed to be hot today. Ugh. I don't like heat. 

I put on my clothes and I apply all my make-up and stare at my fake eyelashes, debating whether I should put them on or not. 

I won't. It's too much work.

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"Hey mom." I say as I walk into the kitchen. My mom hands me a plate with eggs on it when I walk past her to go to the fridge to get something.

"You're going to eat something substantial today. I don't want you to feel dizzy out there in the sun." My mom says. She always worries about me because I have some blood sugar problem or whatever.

"Thanks mom, but I don't need it. I have a feeling I'll be fine with just a cereal bar." I hand the plate of eggs back to her and grab a Froot Loops cereal bar from the cabinet. I hate to hand food back to my mom, especially when she made it herself, but I really just do not like eggs.

"Okay. Well, if you start feeling dizzy, call me. I don't want you passing out. Okay? Do you promise to call me?" My mom says, sounding more worried than usual. It's probably nothing. But there's always that small part of me that will always believe that I'm some supernatural being and my mom refuses to tell me about it. 

Out in the driveway, my car waits for me to drive it to the city for some stupid parade that I didn't even want to be apart of in the first place. So, I get into my car, crank it, and I'm off to this stupid parade.

When I get there everyone is buzzing with excitement. All talking about some stupid barbecue they're going to afterwards, or which fireworks show always puts on the best display, or something else stupid that I don't want to hear about. 

I walk over to the float I'm supposed to be working on and I see my neighbor Allie painting a beautiful design on the side of it.

"Hey Al, looks great!" I say, mimicking our supervisor, Becky, with a thumbs up and a big cheesy smile.

"Do you really think so? Or are you just saying that to mimic Becky?" Allie says as she turns around to give me a worried look.

"Really, it looks great! Better than anything I could ever do." I take a seat next to Allie on the wheel and watch her as she re-focuses on her artwork.