The Mediator

Chapter 7

I woke up in my bedroom this morning, like, time went by so fast that to me I was still in L.A. such a shame I'm not. Anyway I got up and changed into a a skirt that went til my knees and a tight white shirt that matched the flowers on my skirt. I put my heel and I was ready to go to school, but yeah of course something was gonna keep me from going. 

'Hey Billie Jean!'

'Hey... Michael' I said smiling awkwardly 'You weren't watching me change, were you?'

'Of course not Billie Jean, why would I do that?'

'I don't know... Just asking, anyway what's up?'

'Well... I needed a favor...'

'Sure, that's what I do, what is it?'

'I need you to tell your mother something'

'Michael, would you hurry up I gotta go to school'

'Ok, well I'll talk to you later then, bye' With that he disappeared, I swear to God I still don't understand shit about ghosts, and I have 17 years of experience! 

Anyway indeed this time, I went thought the kitchen to find my mother kinda depressed and crying, I thought ''school or mother, school, mother?'' Even tho she always chose the ''work''  which it was kinda of the school concept, I chose her, I was gonna be the bigger person.

'Mom, what's wrong?' When she saw me she quickly hid her tears and smiled fakely

'Nothing, i'm ok'

'Yeah right, mom, I saw you crying, you can talk to me'

'Today....' She started crying again and I hugged her 'Honey i don't deserve all this, I don't...'

'What are you talking about?'

'Nothing, never mind...'

'Why are you crying?'

'Because, today.... Today is the day your dad passed away and I was just remembering the moments I spent with him and...' She cried again 'I just wish you could've met him, he was such a great guy'

'Mom, I was five, I remember him! I remember him coming home, I remember him kissing you on the lips and me on the cheek, I remember the teddy bear he gave me for my 4th birthday, in fact I still have it. You don't have to worry about me. I remember excatly how he used to be. Bossy, spoiled, such a stubborn, his accent, his face, mainly when he is mad at me, I mean was... ''

'Yeah, I'm glad you do honey, I really am. He was a stubborn wasn't he?' She said now laughing

'Yeah... And I bet if he was here he would be the same, nothing would have changed'

'You know, that is the thing that I most wish in the whole world, having him here, it would be so different, so different.'

'Indeed!'

'Honey i'm sorry I made you late for school... Do you want me to write something to the teacher so she could let you in?'

'No, it's ok, who needs maths anyway?' She laughed

'Yeah...'

'Mom, I gotta go now, are you going to be ok?'

'Yeah, I'll'

I left the kitchen giving her a kiss on the forehead, what did she mean by ''I don't deserve this''? Was she referring to me? 

'Billie Jean!' He said showing up right in front of me

'WHA?!' I said in a scared tone

'Blue are you ok?' My mother screamed out from the kitchen

'Yeah I'm fine!' I screamed back