Best Of Both Worlds

Chapter One

"Rowan, dear! Come down for dinner, please." I hear my mother dearest yell.

I love my mom. But gosh, she can be loud. She's like your average 41 year old divorcee. She's a very high-spirited lady who believes all men are crap. Basically, a feminist on steroids. She also has her VERY strict beliefs. A lady should always look decent when leaving the house, never drink, and always, always be better. In whatever you do. It's her way of saying, "There's always room for improvement."

"I'll be right there, mom!" I yell back. I, too, am very loud. It's one of the many things i inherited from her. That, and my pitch black hair. My green eyes - those I got from dad.

I slam my biology textbook closed with a sigh before heading downstairs.

I take a deep sniff when I reach the bottom of the stairs, and my stomach grumbles at the smell. My mom's cooking skills, i unfortunately did not inherit.

"Ooh, mom. It smells amazing. What are we eating?"

"Pasta puttanesca, darling." She replies, "your favorite" - she says that with everything she makes... and I will happily agree with her because she is, in fact, correct.

I sit down at my spot at the table and wait for her to sit down. I go to take a bite before - "ah ah. Prayers, please, " mom interrupts.

I sigh and put my fork back down. I take the hand she's holding out for me before I close my eyes. "Thank you for the food before us. Bless us as it enters our body and care for those who go to bed with an empty stomach tonight. Amen." Mom finishes her usual prayer

"Amen." I agree, picking up my fork and immediately digging in. I basically moan at the taste

"Rowan-lee Anderson! Manners." My mother scolds

"Sorry, momma." I say with a full mouth before swallowing. "It's just really good."

She only shakes her head, whispering something in the lines of "got it from that damn father of yours."

My parents got divorced 3 years ago. And no, it wasn't some ginormous, sloppy, bad mess. If im being completely honest? I expected it since the age of 7. It wasn't some bad breakup. They just didn't work well together. They were high school sweethearts and, like every couple in their teens, thought they were meant to be. Turns out, it was quite the opposite. They've got joint custody of me. Like, it is very organized. One week with mom. One week with dad. And who's idea was that, do you think? Ding! Ding! Ding! Mom's. Her and her organized self are odd that way.

"So, Mrs. Jameson told me her son is single again. Maybe you should go for coffee?" My mom has been trying to get me to find a guy friend - approved by her, obviously - to... mingle with. Not like that.

"Mom. You know what absolutely rattles me?" I take the last bite of food before answering myself. "The fact that you believe all guys are trash -" "Not all men," she forsed in "- and now you're trying to set me up with one. Again."

"Darling, i was just thinking you should socialize a bit. Get to know the people around you, " she defends.

"Mom." I shake my head."mm mm. Nuh, uh. Nope. N - to the - ope." I say.

"But sweety. Please. If not for you, for me, " she pouts like a four-year-old

"Ugh, fine. But only once. I gotta make time for studying, " i say, "and you have to stop making that face. You look like a 41 year old todler"

"Thanks hun. But i don't look a day over 30"

"Yeah, mom. Sure. Now. I gotta go. I've got a test tomorrow. Send me Mrs. Jameson's son's number?" I say, getting up from my seat

"Sure, hon." She nods. "And you know you can just use your books in your test, right? You're homeschooled, take advantage of it. " Mom says

"Now, how would i learn then?" I ask before going into my room and plopping on my bed to study for bio again

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A/n
Helloooo wonderfull people. Listen. This is like the bejillionth book I've started. And i haven't finished one. I will try my best to actually write this book.

And then. This chapter is kinda short. I'll make them longer, i promise!! Just be patient with me, please!!

This might not be a great book, but i had an idea and shared it with friends, and they encouraged me to write it. So im trying. So yeah.

Byye lovely people!!