playboy diaries : c.h

13: over

clarice anderson.

"I don't want to go, mum."

"Jesus, Clarice! You are seventeen and having this crazy conversation with me when I'm at work. Why don't you wanna go?"

"I'm sick and tired."

"I get tired and sick too, young lady. Now get you lazy ass up and go get going. I'm not tolerating any attitudes right now or I will have to cancel all your birthday plans."

How could this night be better?

First, I caught him making out with some girl and now? Arguing with my mom and battling with myself if I will still go to his house or not.

This is much harder than choosing what pizza topping will you put on top of your pizza. It's confusing and complicated.

I stopped myself from thinking any stressful thoughts and just made my way up in my bathroom.

The cold water hit me and it gave me that refreshing thought of being happy again. I just don't want to suffer any more pain. I couldn't bare it any longer and the more I think about them? I'll just end up crying on my bed with a smudged make-up on my face. Pretty isn't it?

After thirty minutes of washing myself up, I made my way to my closet and rumaged through my pile of clothes. I grabbed a cute white cropped top and a simple black flowy skirt that ended up above my knees. I paired it up with my boots and started doing my hair and make-up that lasted for about fifteen minutes.

When I'm done, I sat once more in my bed and stared at one of my photos there. It was when I was seven and I'm wearing a simple but cute pink gown with a tiara on my head. Beside me was my parents and they were kissing both of my cheeks. I hugged it tight and a tear fell on my eyes.

"I just wish I could turn back time and make us all happy and complete again."

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The drive to the Hoods was nerve-cracking because of the sudden traffic that caught me. It took me ten minutes to arrive and surprisingly, me and my mum actually got there at the same time.

Coincidence? I think not.

"Hey, mum! You look pretty." I complimented her as I hugged her and kissed her cheek.

She smiled as we walked our way at the front porch. "Don't be silly on me now, Clarice. Now put your head up and smile. We are now here and please don't act bitchy. Watch your attitudes."

I left a big gulp at what she just said. I just hope I won't get bitchy towards him.

There we stood. At the Hood's front porch, ready to knock anytime. My heart was beating so fast and I feel like throwing up. But there's no turning back now.

Just as soon as my mum knocked, the door opened following a beautiful woman who approached us with her most beautiful smile.

"Good evening, Anne! Come in, please."

I hesitantly pulled a smile and breathed deeply. I tucked myself behind my mum and plastered the smile I used to put on.

"And who is this beautiful young lady beside you?" Mrs. Hood asked my mum.

She smiled and looked at me. "This is my daughter. Clarice Anderson." She proudly introduced me.

I smiled and handed her my hand but instead, she hugged me tight and she kissed my cheek. "So, you're Clarice! Wow, you are like your mum over here. Beautiful and full of power."

Shocking as ever, I hate hearing the word power. I don't know why but it is such a big word that a normal, anti-social girl like me can never carry in her own. I mean, power is for the people who can handle it by themselves.