Even in London, the Cloud Capital of the world, you could literally feel the summer in the air. The birds have started singling, the flowers started blooming, it would rain less, and blah, blah, blah. For most people it meant the end of the school year and summer parties. For me it meant going home for at least two months. I could just take a break, and pretend that nothing’s changed for 10 weeks.
I was happy when I climbed down the stairs that Saturday, but it didn’t last for long.
“Why are you so happy?” mom asked, cleaning a cup. She turned to Chris, who was, as usual, reading the paper, “Why is she so happy? Are you doing drugs?!”
“Mom, God no!” her expression relaxed. “I’m just happy to be going home soon. Only a week of school left, and then I’m off to Split,” I smiled dreamily.
Mom made an awkward face, her and Chris exchanging a look.
“What did that look mean?” I raised an eyebrow.
“You better tell her, Sandra.”
“Tell her what?” she gulped as I felt more and more jumpy. “MOM?”
“Look, sweetie, about going home… You know I’m still new at my job and Chris’ already gotten the promotion and everything, and we just can’t ask for a vacation right now, I’m sorry. Maybe we can go one weekend, but we can’t stay for long,” as she said that, she didn’t look me in the eyes once.
“I can go by myself, you know. I am 18, now.”
“I just want you with me. And besides, you have nowhere to stay. You know how uncle Dean and his family moved in to our place for the summer because their place’s being re-painted. And gran Barbara’s simply too old to be caring for a teenager right now…” she took my hand, but I tugged it out as soon as she did.
“So, you’re telling me that after almost a year of living in this Hell hole, you’re not letting me go home? Quite selfish.” I muttered that last part.
“This is your home. Besides, it’s not like you’re Persephone or something.”
I was too mad to even turn my ‘I Hate You’ mode on. So I simply took a really deep breath and sighed, “You, my dear mom, are even worse than Hades himself- as he allows his prisoner to go home for the summer-, and I have no idea how are we related. Please, let one of us die,” I forced a smile and walked out of the house, pushing back the idea of gutting someone.
Suddenly, I managed to bump into a real-life Barbie.
“Watch it,” Victoria squeaked, “This is Burberry.”
“Blueberry?” She glanced at me like I’ve proven her point of not knowing what was that supposed to be. And I didn’t.
“Victori- Carter?” Harry jogged towards us, a surprised look on his face.
“She kind of bumped into me,” she looked at me again in an ‘I’m like so judging you’ way. “Literally.”
What the hell does he see in her?
“It’s been a great day, but I have to go,” she kissed Harry. But not kissed him as much as went ‘vacuum cleaner’ on his face, which definitely took him by surprise. I wonder if he’s even breathing. “Bye, babe.”
“How’s your husband?” that shut her up and she walked away with her heels 5 inch clomping on the pavement.
I sighed, remembering that I would not be going home any time soon and would have to deal with this.
I forgot Harry was still standing beside me, “What’s wrong?” he even looked genuinely worried. How cute.
“None of your business,” I pushed him aside.
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The Girl Next Door
FanfictionTypical story about a typical girl who moves to a typical city. The only problem is- her next door neighbor is a not so typical guy she does not really like.
