The Ghost of Her

When Weirdness Met Her Lasagna

Mikaela's POV

I am certainly not looking forward to going to school today. I'm almost 18 years old, and I know I only have a bit over a year left until I am free. Do I know what I want to do with my life? No. Do I know when I will know what to do with my life? Hell no. See, my parents are Polish immigrants; they came here when I was just a little kid.

My mom, Krystyna-here in the U.S., you would just call her Kris-and my dad, Józef, whom you would just call Joseph. Originally, our surname is Wasilewski, but it's a bit of a challenge for the locals around here, so my parents changed it to Wilson.

At home, we do speak Polish, but very rarely. My parents usually just call me Mika. They use my Polish name only when I'm in trouuubb... oh shitt...

Suddenly I heard a loud screaming noise from downstairs resembling an enormous monster no one would dream of fighting. "Michalina Wasilewska, move your butt downstairs, right now!"

Yeah... I was telling you about those moments when I'm in trouble? I wonder what it's about now. Let me check and I'll be right back!

"Yes, Mom?" I poked my head out of the doorway, peeking downstairs and awaiting another loud roar.

"Downstairs, right now!" She screamed, almost making my heart tremble. Okay, this is it, guys, the end is near. I ran downstairs, imagining myself going on some kind of life or death mission.

"Yes, what happened?" I stood between the kitchen island and the doorway, just so I could have enough time to run away.

"Why is your teacher calling me, saying you're almost on the verge of failing math? What did I tell you? If you have problems, if you struggle with something, just come to me and we will figure something out!" She looked at me very disappointed.

They wanted me to succeed; they wanted me to become someone they could be proud of. The reality is that I'm not sure how they could be proud of me. I mean, I'm charismatic and funny, hilarious I would say, but only sometimes, I don't want you to think that I'm so full of myself.

But yeah...any scientific subjects? NO, thank you! I'd rather die than figure out how to solve another one of these... I pointed a finger at my mouth, opening it widely and pretending I was about to throw up.

"I know, Mom, I know... I will try my best to make sure that at least I don't fail, alright?". I've stated looking apologetically at my mom. From around the corner, my dad appeared, reading a newspaper. I know, a newspaper. It's not like he doesn't have an iPhone that he could use, but it makes him feel somehow more intelligent and important.

"Listen to your mother, otherwise, I will have to send you for your last year of high school to Poland, to your grandma!" My father firmly stated whilst giving me a playful smile.

"What, Dad... no, okay, I promise, I will sort myself out! Anyways, I will be late to school sooooo, I'm gonna head up to get ready! Love you guys!". I've turned around and started running towards the staircase.

"Okay, but don't think that I will let you go so easily, young lady. I've contacted Mrs. Blake, her son Nicholas will help you with your homework and prepare you for the next exam. He will come with you after school!"

I was running upstairs when she was still talking, and under my breath, I was singing "Love is a Battlefield" by Pat Benatar, so I didn't hear her. I just shouted back, 'Yeah, yeah, sure, thanks, Mom!' as I ran into my room like a tornado."

I just had loads and loads of energy that sometimes I didn't know how to let go of. At school, I run a photography club and I'm a part of the drama club. I know, cringe, but hey, it gives some nice credit and it's nice to sometimes make a fool of yourself and get applauded for it!

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my blonde hair with huge black roots in the middle of the top of my head.

Oh yeah, I've been dyeing my hair since I was like 13. I've tried many different colors of the rainbow, but blonde always steals my heart. My natural hair color is a boring brown. I don't know, I don't feel like it suits me and my persona, ya know?

I managed to put my hair in two messy space buns. For my makeup, I chose pink eyeliner; it suits my small green eyes nicely, its making them pop! I added a bit of blush around my cheeks and some highlighter on my nose since I had two tiny moles on it, alongside many freckles splattered across my nose and cheeks I chose to wear a Gorillaz t-shirt, colorful tights, and a black skirt. To top it off, I wore my one-thousand-century-old Converse shoes, which I believe are going to fall apart soon, but hey, we're not a wasteful bunch!

"Hmmm, okay, this will do." I mumbled to myself.

I'm not the most attractive person; I do not look like the popular girls or what you would call a natural beauty, and I was aware of it. I was curvy. Since I turned 13, I got boobs and an ass, but to top it off, I started taking contraception pills for my painful periods, which made me gain weight. And since I'm not too physically active, it's a bit hard to lose the extra weight. And forgive me, please, but I love food too much to let go of it. Try my mom's pierogi and you will know what I'm talking about!