To Be treated as a Queen

Chapter 1

"I've been at this way to long."

I kept telling myself this, as sat in front of my vanity mirror. This was my third try at fixing my dark asymmetrical hair in the past forty five minutes. There was no need to try and get all fancied up anyway, I was just headed to practice where I'd become messy anyway. I let out a long sigh and stood up.

"What to do, what to do," I kept saying out loud as I walked around my room. My phone laid there on my bed.

"Oh, why hello there." I giggled at myself and picked it up. Ugh, no new texts or missed calls.

"Doesn't anyone love me anymore? Does anyone care? OH WOE IS ME!!!" I let out these words with a cry of pure sarcasm and boredom.

Unfortunately nothing happened.

"Oi VEY, it's so quiet in here...or is it?" I raised an eyebrow as my door opened behind me.

Slowly I began to turn around to see who was there.

"Please, Abigail, for the sake of all things alive, quit making so much racket." My mother sighed as I turned and smiled.

"Oh, Hey, Momma." I gave a big childish grin.

"Don't worry I'll be out of your hair soon I have to leave for practice in an hour. Sousaphones have to be on there for an extra hour to practice fanfares and swinging so I'm not sure if I'll be home in time for dinner." 

I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulder,

"Let me tell you Momma, I am ready. There is nothing to do here."

Mom got a little grin on her tan face an answered, "Oh,there's plenty to do around here, there's some dishes that need washing, laundry to be washed, dried and folded, carpets to be vacuumed,"

she eyeballed my room a bit,

" and apparently a room that needs the SWAT team to come in and clean."

We both giggled at that.

"Yeah and it might stay that way, I think I just go ahead and be on my way I'm walking to Erica's first and we'll just ride together."

I walked to the end of my bed and picked up my small bag that held my water bottle and Gatorade in it.

“I’ll just call her and be on my way." I sat on my bed and began to dial Erica's number.

“Ok dear, just let me know when you're leaving." She turned around and walked back out of my room.

" OK!" I shouted after her.

"Hey!" Erica yelled into her phone the usual way.

"Ha-ha, Hey, Girl! I was just letting you know I'm on my way to your place, I'll be walking again." I was standing in the middle of my room waiting.

"OK. See yah then chicka buh bye." and we hung up.

I headed out of my room and then out my front door shouting, "Bye" behind me.

The walk was the same for the most part; I noticed a new family moving into the neighborhood. I was on a schedule so I couldn’t introduce myself right away, but I made a mental note to do so in the future.

I could just about see Erica's house when I realized some one was behind me.

I didn't know who but I could hear their footsteps within the empty sound mine left behind.

Causally, I turned my head around to see who this stalker of mine was.

It was a boy; he looked about my age maybe a little older,18 maybe ?

Darkish hair, like chocolate.A bit muscular, not body builder built,but maybe athletic.

Definatly a cutie.

Still, I kept walking as if I had never turned around. Suddenly his walk turning into a jog and he started walking by my side....creepy.

"May I help you?" I asked, not making eye contact. I kept my head straight and eyes forward.

"Um... sorry I couldn’t help, but see you were walking alone, umm I'm doing this wrong..." He went quiet.

He stopped me, I turned around.

Awkwardly, but kindly he introduced himself.

"I'm Jake... Um, I'm also new here; just moved in with my dad."

I started walking again, he started following.

"Ok, this awkward. Do you have a name?" He asked nervously. I cut the guy some slack.

"Actually yes, I'm Abigail, and I’m glad to have the company but I’m actually on my way to practice." WRONG thing to say.

"Oh cool so you play sports?" He asked enthused.

I chuckled." If you consider marching band a sport, then I am athlete of the year." I smiled.

"Ahhh ok so you’re in band.... so what do you play? Flute clarinet, oboe?"

Again I laughed. "Tuba, you know the big thing with the three buttons?"

His face went pink. "Oh, that’s different , I don’t know any girls that play that."

"Well I do, and I’m going to be late if my friend isn’t ready to leave when I get to her house, she plays flute. Her place is only a couple more houses up this road."  I glanced down at my watch.

“You know I used to be in band, at my old school, saxaphone, I don’t know about here though." He was looking at the ground and talking.

“Well it’s a great thing at Evendale, highly recommend it." I smiled at him.

"I'll look into it." His green eyes looked up and smiled back.

"Well if you're interested I live at 205 so stop by if you wanna talk a little more, I should probably get back to help unpack. Don't wanna hold you up any longer."

He smiled and stuck his hand out for me to shake.

I giggled and shook his hand. "I'll see you around Jake, Nice to meet you" I could feel my pale face blush as I said bye.

“He smiled and replied,"DITTO!"

Ditto.

A word that on any other occasion, I would flip out to hear someone use it

But, when u have a smile like that, you can say it as much as you'd like.

Ditto