"Amelia! Let's go! You're going to be late to school!"
Ugh. School. Just thinking about it makes me want to scream. All of those teachers giving us unneeded lectures about not waisting time, when they're the ones waisting time.
"Amelia!"
"I'm coming mom!"
Truth is, I would actually like school if not for the kids. I swear if another girl tells me to "Check my tude" I'm going to punch them in the face. But I have to set that aside at the moment. I grab my backpack and my jacket and head out of my bedroom. I walk into the living room and sigh.
"Mom? Do you have to take me? Like, can I walk with my friends?"
She just stares at me for a second, not moving. I don't know what the problem is. It's just school.
"Mom?"
She's been acting so weird lately. Ever since dad left. She's been extra protective, for no reason.
"No"
"But why? I'm old enough!"
"Its not safe"
"How is it not safe? Its just school! I'm not going to die!"
She gasps and her eyes get big at my words. I knew at that moment that I shouldn't have said that.
"I'm sorry...its just that-"
She slowly walks over to the door and opens it, looking at the ground.
"Just be careful"
What? Was she actually letting me go? Has she realized that I'm not a little kid anymore? Or was this just a trick to teach me the dangers of walking to school? Without a word I walk over towards the door and stop.
"Mom?"
"Go"
I stare at her for a second, trying to comprehend what was going on in her head. Why was she so eager to let me go all of a sudden? Did I do something? Should I not have said what I did?
"If you don't go now, you're going to be late."
I can tell that she was getting frustrated with me, so I start to walk out of the door. She gives me a little nudge and a forced smile and closes the door behind me. I continue to walk, questioning her motives. The truth is, I have no friends. I'm what you call an outcast. The one that doesn't belong. I can't figure out if it bothers me or not. I only say I have friends to keep my mom from worrying about me. That's the last thing I want. Me to be on her list of stresses. She has enough already. I don't want to be just another one. Not again.
