You Moved In

BOO! (Part 2)

After finishing doing my makeup, I throw on the dress and I actually look decent. At least that will make me happy. I pack all of my things back into my car in the same little sling bags they were in when I start the trend to live in my car. I've made a plan of what to do. First, I'll sleep in my car at the Dunkin' parking lot and then I'll get a job there and work the night shift and then I'll just go back to sleeping in my car and after that, I'll get Jehovah to become my legal guardian and then when I turn 18 in a couple of weeks, I'll drop out of school.

It's full proof, I know.

"You ready to go?" I hear Miguel ask and I turn to look at him.

I haven't seen him since I help put on the powder and other makeup to look like a zombie, he looks better than I do.

"Wow," I say to myself in awe.

"You're the mastermind behind this," he chuckles.

"Yeah," I smile, "I've seen people do it in movies so I thought I'd give it a try."

He doesn't say anything. We just look at each and I can't take him seriously. I burst out laughing and he chuckles a bit. The fake blood I painted underneath his mouth stands out like a sore thumb.

"Sorry, I can't take someone seriously when they're in a full Halloween costume," I apologize.

"C'mon," he says and leaves.

I follow behind him and suddenly my hand begins to shake. Crap. Not this again! Stupid Spaniards causing me problems. Now when I think about it, my father and I are a lot more alike than I had thought. We both fell in love with silly Spaniards and we're sunburn and we hate when we don't get our way. Thinking about it makes me sick. When we walk down the stairs, she is waiting for us.

"You two look amazing," she puts on a fake smile and I wonder how long she was faking it for.

"Thank you," I nod and notice the envelope in her hand.

Maybe it's just some sick prank and I'm going loca. I try to tell myself it'll be okay.

"I see you when you get home." She says mainly to Miguel but he's too stupid to understand her hint.

"Adiós," he says to her and gives her a hug.

"Adiós," she says back and he leaves out the front door.

As soon as he leaves, her features intensify and part of me wants to ask her what her secret is because won't it be fun to do something like that? Her RBF is made even more clear when men aren't around. No wonder why her daughters never really talk to her.

"Here," he says and gestures for me to take the envelope, "three weeks of hell and 500 dollars later and now, you're out of my life."

Excuse me? I raise an eyebrow and almost want to slap her across the face.

"It's Miguel, with his constant nagging about you and gushing over you like you're an angel who lost her wings." She explains.

Really? I smile at the thought and she notices and gets pissed, "I'm sure that satisfies you." She frowns.

I don't fight it though. In fact. I don't say anything and just leave. Miguel waits outside and stands next to his car door. How walk I gonna tell him. God Callie, you're a mess. I wake over to him and I just give him a hug. Don't cry Callie, I try to scold myself.