The Mistaken TroubleMakers

Chapter Two// Two Truths & A lie?

Left foot. Right foot. Left. Right. Jump. Fly like a bird. Crash. Repeat.

Right foot. Left foot. Right. Left. Jump and.. crash.

The worse thing about summer break is the state of boredom you're constantly in. Unless you're a million dollar movie maker of the sort, of course. I'm sure you're always having a fun night out and something to do during the day.

But if you're an average jo like me, you understand the struggle.

You count the days down to summer vacation and when it comes, you find yourself locked in your room watching Netflix ten hours straight while gaining an extra forty pounds.

Every. Single. Day.

Sure, there are many days where I have a fantastic outing and a very productive day, but most days I have no idea why I even get out of bed.

Since I got home today, I've been walking back and forth on the side of my bed. Eventually I'll jump and land back on it. It's what I do when boredom decides to hit me with a truck.

"Zoey! Hey hon, why are you-"

"Hey Aunt Nicole. I was just practicing my balance skills.." I plopped down on my bed and shot her a smile.

Aunt Nicole is wearing an old, oversized T-shirt tucked in flattering denim shorts. Her hair is up in a perfect messy bun. I envy her unintentional beauty. Unlike most people, she never wore makeup. Nicole was always all for natural beauty.

She once told me for her prom, my Mom did her makeup all nice and perfect. Aunt Nicole said she loved it. She said it was "something different."

Most people would say not wearing makeup is something different, but Aunt Nicole thought wearing makeup was different.

She's something else.

Nicole leaned against my door frame and crossed her arms. "It's a beautiful day out and you're inside doing nothing! C'mon Zo, live a little."

"No."

"Where's that little friend boy of yours?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"With his skank," I said nonchalantly and played with the case attached to my iPhone.

"Oh. He's still with her? Isn't she a.. B word?"

I laughed. "Yes he is, unfortunately, and yes she's a B word. We hung out at the pier earlier, and he showed me the writing he's working on. It's actually pretty creative. We worked on it for a while and then she called."

"I don't ship Scarden. I ship Zayden." She laughed and sent me a failed wink. I just sat with a straight face.

"Get out."

"Fine, fine. I found this letter in the mail box from yo momma." She walked over to my bed and gave me the letter.

I rolled my eyes and tossed it on my desk where all the others letter from her are waiting to be opened. "I don't want it."

"You have to read them sometime, Zoey. She's your mother."

"No. She's not." Aunt Nicole is my Mom's sister. Mom left me when I was twelve to New York for her job. She promised me she would come back. Better yet, she promised me she'd come back with a new puppy.

Six years later, she's still not here. But she has the nerve to start sending me letters. She started sending them when I turned seventeen. I've only read the first one, and it set my anger off for her even more.

During the first year of her being gone, we talked every single day. I looked forward to our chats. But the distance was just too much to handle so we started to stop talking. Mom told me she'd only spend two years in New York. She'd do anything to earn money to care for me since we were in debt due to my parent's divorce. Aunt Nicole offered us to stay with her and get our life together, but no my mother wanted to move out to New York saying it's because of her job. But I highly doubt that.