Opposites Attract

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Victoria

When I wake up, Dawn is not the only one standing in my room. And the person behind her is... my mom. Um, what? It might be normal for a lot of people's moms to just come and stand in the their rooms to wake them up, but NOT, no DEFINITELY not MY mom. Well, the mom that is in the magazines will. But not my real, true, non-fake mother. Nope!

Something really good happened, something really bad happened - OH NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am dead, dead, DEAD! What will I do? Pretend you're asleep, Victoria, asleep, sleep, sleep SLEEP RIGHT NOW NOW NOW NOW! I think to myself frantically as I remember the events of the previous day with Maia Jones professional celebrity interviewer. She released her notes onto the internet! She gave them to every single magazine, celebrity site, gossip site, and newspaper she could possibly think of!

MY LIFE IS OVEEEEER!!!!

"Darling?" Mom calls, and I squeeze my eyes shut, but open them just as soon and see her perfect, superficial hand with its french manicured fingernails. I can see her in normal work attire: six inch heels, black pencil skirt, skin colored stockings, and some random respectibleish shirt. "Darling?" I start when her hand touches me, even though it's through blankets. "Are you feeling all right?" Her smooth hand rubs my forehead. You do not RUB SOMEONE'S FOREHEAD TO FIND OUT IF THEY ARE SICK. Seriously, mom. Do you need to take mothering classes or something?

"Are you all right?" Now it's DAWN. UGH.

"I'm fine." I mumble, pushing my mom away. I sit up groggily. My mom gasps,

"Your HAIR! It's... it's..."

It's as if you cannot process the fact that I am not a perfect person.

"It is messy?" Dawn suggests.

"Yes!" Mom exclaims, "Much, much too messy! What happened?"

Do you NEVER see me in the morning? Am I that much of an alien to you?! "I slept..."

I see Dawn raising her eyebrows and rolling her eyes like, No, really?

Yes, really. I did indeed sleep. Actually, I kind of lay there all night not asleep, but... you know, whatever.

"I was thinking..." Mom says. You were thinking? Really? Good job! "I was thinking that we should have a mother daughter day!"

I stare at her blankly, a thousand words running through my head, and then I keep repeating what she said. "A... mother daughter day?" I ask weakly.

"Yes, I think it would be a great bonding experience for you. Let's see, when do I have a block of time free?"

Next year! ALL YOUR TIME IS FILLED UP! PLEASE SAY YOU CANNOT DO THIS! 

"Look at this, I can skip this meeting to go with you tomorrow! It is Friday, after all... SPEAKING OF WHICH, you need to get to school," She takes a sip of her coffee, then another, "And I need to get to work! Love you honey... bye!" She flies out of my room. I blink. Well then.

"Breakfast is ready." Dawn informs me, "You have half an hour to get ready now."

I drag myself out of bed and throw on some dark blue skinny jeans, a mint green tank top, and walk into the kitchen to eat... wait for it... leftovers! " YAY! I LOVE LEFTOVERS!" Leftover Chinese food. Nomnomnom. Of course this isn't what I eat ALL the time, but we had Chinese food last night and we had leftovers and leftovers are good for breakfast! At least for me. Yay! I grab a fork and dig the cold noodles out of the takeout container. This is my un-glamorous life! I love it... I wish I could be NORMAL it sucks like this. Soooooo stressssfulllllll!

"You are going to be LAAATE, darling!" Dawn yells at me, and I hear her turning the water on.

"YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"

"THIRTEEN YEAR OLDS-" there's a pause, "ARE OLD ENOUGH TO GET UP BY THEMSELVES!"

I huff and run into my room to stuff my binder into my bag. Then, I take the elevator downstairs and hop into the limo/school bus. We pick my friends up in a limo every morning, so yeah... the limo school bus it is!

"Heyyyyy!" I hear as the limo door opens first and my fashionista friend, Ginger. She's got the hugest collection of makeup I've ever seen, but that makes sense because her mom models and Ginger is about to start. She's always wearing a huge amount of makeup, not that she needs it. She's soooooooooo incredibly beautiful, it's crazy.

She doesn't have the typical, blonde hair blue eyes look, she's more unique. She has huge brown eyes, HUUUUGE, and brown hair that's streaked with blonde from summers at the beach. Some days it's straight, some days it's curly... it kind of depends on the day with her. She's also very stylish.

Ginger slides onto the seat next to me and opens the mini refrigerator. See, Ginger has a nice, wonderful life, but she is kind of obsessed with her appearance... So she ends up having breakfast in the limo five days out of seven- and the only reason she doesn't have it seven days out of seven is because we don't have school two days of the week, and the other days she has snacks or dinner or lunch in the limo, so it's six days or seven days out of seven. Today, she sticks the spoon into a peach yogurt. She keeps the spoon along with the sanitary wipes, knife, and two forks in the refrigerator's side door. It's quite a good system, actually. Never forgets them because they're always there.

Pretty soon she has polished off the yogurt, so she tosses it in the garbage. Quite good aim, girl. It lands straight in the middle of the trash can about ten feet away. Ginger rolls up the window and winks at me. "No mess!"

"Right." I say, "So, what have you been doooooing?"

"I have been doing... THINGS." 

"Ahh, things, REALLY? I had no IDEA!"

"Yes, sometimes it DOES surprise people a bit..." Ginger nods, smiling.