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Chapter 10: Sync of Trouble

Chapter 10: Sync of Trouble

 

Okay, I have to admit the life at a fair is amazing; the colors all around me and a carousel that I could actually ride. With my mom mostly at work, I was left at school and mostly at home. I mean, we had my nanny, the butler, the driver, but they were mostly family to me and weren't allowed to take me anywhere. All my mother ever wanted was me to be the heiress to the line of businesses she held across the entire country. It was something she was proud of. Going to carnivals and fairs, going on road trips, were things she never had time for. Once, we were actually going on a trip to Alaska where my mom and I thought we could have some 'actual' bonding time and at the last minute, when we were about to leave the house, she had to attend an emergency meeting. After that, my mom and I were pretty much had our own schedules, doing and worrying about our own stuff.

Being at the fair was a true relief for me especially after the phone call I received last night.

"It's okay Alya. Come on cheer up! I know it's going to be tough for a child after her parents divorced, but it's your birthday!" my aunt said enthusiastically.

No kidding, but couldn't my parents have chosen a better time? Come on, the day before my birthday they sign the divorce papers without my consent. What really pisses me off is the fact that my mom didn't let it pass by me that they were going to divorce. God, I seriously wonder if I even am related to them.

I caught up with the terrible twins and caught on to their line of staring and looked up to see a huge drop, spirally, spinning rollercoaster. I gasped and grimaced at the thought of me sitting in that rollercoaster. I turned to the right to see a mini helicopter ride which seemed to suit the peace I needed. I went up to the ride and sat in it. Soon, I realized how boring this ride was and sighed. I looked up to see Jake and the twins screaming their heads off as they zoomed past a bunch of people of the one huge coaster. I got off as soon as the ride ended and went up to my aunt to see if I could get the keys to her car.

"Alya, promise me that you will be home by 10 tonight. No drinking, drugs, or smoking. I don't want you going into depression because of what happened." My aunt assured as she waggled her pointer finger in my face, making her statement finalized.

"I assure you that I will most definitely not go into depression because of what my mom did." With that, I spun on my heel and walked to the Prius my aunt owned and put the keys into the ignition. I heard a 'thunk' in the back and I froze. I slowly stepped on the gas pedal and reversed the car to get out of the parking lot. I took a deep breath and assumed that it was just a small rock some kid was kicking around. I sped down the little town and reached a cute little café.

I stepped in to the café and the aroma of coffee and herbs and spices wrapped around me, welcoming me into a beautiful atmosphere of friendly people. I walked up to a small little booth and sat in there. I felt all the calming smells of the café taking on me. They helped me calm down and relax a bit. I closed my eyes until I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I looked up to see a older aged lady standing next to me wearing an apron that said, 'Relax and Chill' I rolled my eyes at that one. I needed an apron like that. The lady cleared her throat and my eyes widened as I realized it might have seemed like I was rolling my eyes at her.

I sat up straight and tried to make things clear, "I'm so sorry, it's just that, my mom divorced, it's my birthday, the rest of my family is at the fair, and I'm lost."

The lady had a sly smile on her face as she snapped her fingers once and let out a shout, "Birthday Chillax Special!" A young girl dressed up in the café's outfit came up to the booth after a few minutes with a two layer mini cake, some candles on it, and a cup of tea. A small smile crept up my face as waiters gathered around my booth and started singing for me. A few tears fell as I realized that my mom didn't even call for my birthday. So much for being my mother. I pushed away the thoughts about her and calmed down with the presence of happy people. I blew the candles and cut the cake and let everyone get a piece.