"Chloe, honey I'm home!" shouted my mother. Oh great I thought. She's going to ask me how school was and then im going to say it was fine, then she's going to ask for detail and I'll tell her very little and then she is going to start into the whole how I never want to talk to her bit. Just you wait.
"I'm in the kitchen mama." I shouted back.
She walked into the kitchen and took off her coat and placed it over the chair.
"How was school honey?"
"It was fine Mama. Want some tea?"
"Yes please. Anything interesting happen today?"
"No not really."
"Not really? That means something did happen and you just don't want to tell me because im mom..."
"No, it just means nothing really interesting happened today."
"See there you go again with the whole nothing really. Is it a boy? You still talking to Amanda?"
"Mama, I'd rather not talk about that again."
"You never want to tell me anything. How are we supposed to have a healthy relationship when you keep secrets from me constantly? You know Chloe, I really think this summer camp is going to do you some good."
"No I think getting out of highschool and homeschooling me is going to do me some good."
"Honey you know I can't take time off of work to homeschool you. Besides you need to work on your socializing skills a bit more. Its not healthy boxing yourself up in your room all night. Go out with friends and do stuff for gods sakes."
That really pissed me off. "WHAT FRIENDS?!" I shouted at her, slammed the tea cup right infront of her and ran up to my room balling my eyes out. I threw myself onto my bed face down and sobbed into my pillow for what seemed like hours. I know I shouldn't have exploded like that on her but the pressure she kept putting on me about all of that was getting to me.
I heard a small knock on my door. "GO AWAY!" I shouted out.
"Honey, can I please come in?" she asked politely.
"Just leave me alone mom."
She opened the door anyways and brought hot chocolate with her and oreo cookies on a tray. God damn her, she knows my weakness.
"Baby, I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I know I should of worded that a bit better but Im just so worried about you, and you won't let me help you. It's not making this easier for me to try and communicate with you."
"Mom, there isn't anything you can do." I felt the sobs starting again.
She sat down beside me and wiped my tears away. "Oh honey, you know i'll be hear for you even if its just to listen to you. You know I will never judge you, and that you can tell me anything. Sometimes just having someone to rant to makes things better."
"I want to tell you everything mom, but I just can't."
"Why don't you start off slowly? Tell me what you're comfortable with sharing."
So I started off by telling her what all those popular kids have said and done to me, especially Sandra, and how they made fun of all my clothes and hair. I then told her about James and Amanda. I slowly got into the topic about dad and where I kept running away too. You could tell she was getting worried and she began to cry.
"Mama, why are you crying?" you asked.
"I can't believe I haven't noticed any of this! Im such a terrible mother. I didnt even see how hurt you are or how insecure you've been feeling."
