Oh The Irony

Chapter One

Ironic

“Sophi, wake up. We have the luncheon in two hours.” Someone shook my shoulder gently. My eyes snapped open and I sat up abruptly. I smiled kindly at my startled mom.

“I’ll be ready.” I stated with a soft voice “What dress style?” I asked before she could leave.

“Casual,” she answered before sweeping out of the room; her brilliant straight, blonde, hair flying behind her. I stiffly climbed out of bed to get ready. I took quite a long shower, letting the water run down my back. Eventually the water turned cold and I was forced to get out. I wrapped a towel around my body and hair. I returned to my room and picked out an outfit that consisted of; a white Bob Marley tank top, with a blue undershirt, a black and white striped long sleeve cardigan, dark blue skinny jeans, and my faithful grey UGGS. I brushed out my shoulder length, muddy brown hair before giving up and throwing it up into a messy bun. I applied some dark brown eyeliner making my deep-set almond shaped blue eyes stand out from the rest of me. My porcelain skin with my dark hair and green eyes would be pretty on most people but I wasn’t most people.

“Sophi, you ready to go?” my mom called.

“Coming,” I called back. I took a deep breath and left the safety of my room. I slipped down the black metal spiral staircase. I walked down the lit up golden hallway. Above me the blue sky was looming over me through the skylight.

“Can I drive?” I asked once I reached the also lit up living room. I could see the lake glittering like blue diamonds through one of the the three floor-to-ceiling window covered walls.

“No, you’ve only got half a year until you can get your license.” My mom answered with a laugh. I gave a rejected sigh but said nothing else. We got out and I knew immediately the real reason for why I couldn’t drive. A shiny black limo was waiting for us. I climbed in without a word.

“How are you ladies today?” the driver asked.

I gave him a kind smile “Good, how are you?”

“I’m very good,” he answered with a smile in reply. My mom sent me an approving glance. I pulled out my IPhone and shoved my headphones into my ears, drowning out the noise of the limo and I could imagine being anyone but the person I was. My phone vibrated suddenly and I opened a message from my best friend Matilda.

Ms. Tills: Babe! We have got to hang! I frowned sadly down at my phone.

Sophi: Sorry, wish I could but my mom has another talk. I typed quickly, biting my lip in agitation.

Ms. Tills: Again? Well maybe this weekend then. Mr. Man wants to see you. Her reply made me smile slightly.

Sophi: I’ll be at school next week.

Ms. Tills: Thank goodness! I am dying here without you! I love what your mom does and all but goodness gracious you would think you lived in Cali.

Sophi: Well I do have a house here.

Ms. Tills: Yeah, and it’s bigger than any motel I’ve ever stayed in. I gave a short burst of laughter that was quickly gone when the limo pulled into a parking lot. I climbed out straightening my shirt.

“This is the last talk before we go home.” My mom sighed, seemingly talking to herself and not me. I had to admit. Going home to our little Millwood town sounded pretty amazing.

“Hi, you must be Sharon! I’m Bruce, we emailed.” A fast-talking man had approached my mom and I.

My mom shook his hand and turned to me “This is my daughter; Sophia.” She informed him.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you.” Bruce smiled at me and stuck out his hand.

I took his hand and shook it gingerly “The pleasure’s mine.” I said politely. He laughed and guided us into a giant church that reminded me more of those high schools you see in movies. It kind of passed in a rush. That is until my mom started talking. It was about then that I took the time to see if she was presenting to parents or teens themselves. It was teens. I groaned inwardly when I noticed a few looking at me.

“Teen suicide is something that affects us all,” my mom began her preaching about teen suicide and I entertained myself by watching the teens. A few of them were whispering to each other but most were staring wide eyed at my mom. Then my mom did something she’s never done.

“Now be honest. This is a safe environment. How many of you have attempted, or thought about suicide in any way?” she asked the crowd. I resisted the urge to snort. I highly doubted that anyone would raise their hand but I was wrong. It started with a girl in the back. She had blue eyes that I could see from here and cropped blonde hair. She was a mousy teen and I guessed she was about fourteen. Then a boy about my age (fifteen) rose his hand. I noticed that I wasn’t the only one shocked. He was surrounded by guys and girls and some were looking shocked while others had hands over their mouths. One by one almost every teenager there had raised their hand. The exception was me. All heads turned to look at me. The workers, the kids, and my mom. I stuck my jaw out stubbornly until my mom started talking again. Near the end of her speech the mousy girl started crying. I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been so observant. They were silent tears but the pain and regret in her eyes showed that they were just as terrible as loud ones. I stood up and made my way over to her. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me but my mom didn’t stop talking.

“Hi, I’m Sophi,” I whispered to the girl, pulling up a chair next to her. She stared at me confusedly.

“Listen, I’ve heard this speech fifty thousand times and I’ve seen people who suffer from this everywhere.” I began.

“Suffer what?” she snapped defensively

“Losing a friend to suicide,” I answered calmly.

She glared at me but I could see fresh tears building in her eyes “How do you know?” she sighed

“Like I’ve said; I’ve been to thousands of these and I know the different types of tears.” I explained. I could see her expression change to a wary type of hope.

“Have you ever lost a friend to it?” she slowly asked.

I shook my head “No, I almost did,” I answered. Finally I knew that I had gotten through to her.

A tired look crossed her face “It’s terrible,” she sighed and I knew the conversation was over. I slipped away and back to my seat. I normally had to do that a few times before the speaking was over but strangely that was the only time I had to do it.

Alright so this story is going to be different from my One Direction one. I know I really need to make up new names and I might when I'm editing. So I will not be updating until I get AT LEAST one comment. If anyone reads this I would really like to know. I feel kind of like I'm posting and no one's reading. Anyway, ENJOY!

~Sophi~