Mirrors

CHAPTER 2

"Emma! Emma"

Ugh... That's my mother. I could hear her from my stage four sleep. I hate morning people. Or mornings. Or people.

"Isn't today the day you were anticipating?"

Oh crap! It is Monday, September seventh two thousands and fifteen! It's the day... well, one of the days I've been anticipating for real! The day one of my freaking final year!

"Yes mom! I'm up!"

"Good. Come to me. I need to give you a first day of school talk before you get dressed."

Ugh... These talks... Mom is a Psychologist and she literally thinks I'm her lil puppy. Every time she is like, 'come let me train you...you are not supposed to do this, you are not supposed to do that...I can read you...you need therapy...come let me get your brain checked...' "Ok mom. I'll be there in two seconds!"

Before one second is up, mom just 'bammed' in my bed!

"Don't you look at me like that..." She narrows her eyes as if she is analysing me and sits up with her back straight, in an affirmed position. "Ahh, I know that look."

I began to pout at this point.

"Straighten your face darling and stop looking like you are annoyed."

I am annoyed. "Mom, Please bear in your all perfect intuitive mind that I have exactly eight minutes and forthy one seconds to go to the bathroom."

"First thing first. You need to get rid of that obsessive compulsion and that arrogant behavior before you step through that door! Don't even put it back on when you're back." She leans in and points at my face. "You know last year you weren't like this? Your behaviour is sometimes unacceptable."

"Yours is always unacceptable. Haha!"

"Get out!"

"Are you kidding me mom?"

"I kid you not. Get out of my house now! You're the worst child that I have!"

"It's very unlikely for me to get out of the house at this point. I only got on my towel and I haven't showered as yet."

"Well, after you've showered and get dressed."

"Dah!" I think I might need to take this woman serious for once. But I don't mind not staying here at all. Wait. Lemme clarify. "Umm...mom?"

"What?"

"Does this mean that I cannot come back here later, or tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?"

"I said to get outta my sight!"

Well then. This is happening for the tenth time for the year. The last time I even stopped attending school and started to live with my ex, Craig, but this nigga left me for this life sized doll. I wish I was that pretty. I haven't had my revenge as yet. He is going to wish he didn't exist! But seriously, this lady needs to accept me for who I am. I'm a human being and she is the same person who told me that because of people's experiences, they might put up defense mechanisms. I'm going through a really rough period of my life and she needs to understand that...right now, I want to have the best final year to erase those memories.

I'm the worst child huh? I hope your 'little princess' does not disappoint you, or your god of a son!

I hate this place!