Call Me: Lady X ✔

2: The "Plan"

“That’s it. I’m going to start writing a depressing novel to convey my emotions!” I yelled, maybe to annoy Alana, or maybe because I actually meant it, who knew?

Mom had worried herself too much, and beeped in the 3-way call with Alana and Claire. But she wasn't calling our landline. No, she was calling Alana's cell phone. Mom asked if she and Claire would come keep me company ( Translated: Make sure I'm not harming myself). So, now here we were sprawled out in my living room, talking in person.

Alana rolled her eyes, “Aren’t people going through this kind of ‘pain’”-she made quotations in the air-“supposed to keep their emotions buried?”

“What’s a good title?”

 Before Alana could give me a sarcastic response, Claire intervened, “For the love of all that’s holy! Sophia-get a grip. Alana-shut the hell up.”

We just had to laugh. Everything in that sentence was funny, especially taking into consideration that Claire was catholic, and was the good-girl type- she hated to swear. I think that was her intention, but Claire was also the type to hold ulterior motives. So I wasn’t 100 percent sure.

“So, Soph, what’s your plan?” Alana wondered. My eyes narrowed, wondering what she was getting at.

Hesitantly, I asked, “What plan?”

Alana and Claire exchanged a wary glance, and then Claire finally looked away, biting her pinky nail.

“Even I know that you have to have a plan.” She murmured. My eyes flickered between my 2 best friends. What were they getting at? I knew it must be crucial information, because even Claire was in the know about it. She seemed to support it, too.

Alana looked at me as if I was the most ignorant ass in the world. Now, I kind of felt like one.

“Yeah, Sophia, like, where have you been?” She spat. Trying to change the subject away from my unawareness of modern day teenage society, I glared her down.

“Remember what we talked about, Lane?” I said warningly.

She shrugged.

“The L word.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

Call me the Hitler of grammar, but I tried my best to avoid unnecessary and indecorous sentence fillers. Maybe, the fact that my Mother was an English teacher was to blame.

My mother’s job was always getting in the way of my school life. It figured that she would end up being my English teacher. Before I got to high school, I always worried about things ending up that way. Now that I was in high school, I always worried about people accusing her of favoritism, and giving me hell on wheels for it. I was also worried about getting in trouble, too. Because, instead of sending me to the office or the principal, I wouldn’t put it past teachers to tell my Mom, and let her deal with her insubordinate child. Never allowing that situation to happen, I forced myself to be polite, and…well pompous. People liked to call me a Goody-Goody, but it was almost as if I was forced to resort to all time obedience, and it wasn’t my fault.

Alana brought me back to our conversation.

“You distracted me. You need a plan. Too bad you don’t know what we’re talking about, though. Right, Claire?”  She sneered.

I knew what she was doing- emphasizing Claire’s name, because she wanted to prove a point that if someone like Claire  could have something as seemingly devious as this so-called plan, then I should at least have some knowledge about it. I could be wrong though- it wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone too deep in thought analyzing Alana’s motives and actions.