Under The Stars

Chapter 9

When I went back home, I couldn't stop the smile on my face. I stood there, on the door, smiling like an idiot. But, then someone has to ruin it.

"You can't leave! Most of all when the show is in about 2 weeks!" Mom yelled at the person on her phone. She's probably talking to one of her models who she treats like daughters.

"What? No, you can't. Can't you just finish this show, then leave? I'll increase your salary." Mom pleaded. I walked in the kitchen, deciding to grab a drink. And when I walked in, I saw Andy, smiling at her phone. It reminds me of the smile I just had.

"What are you smiling at?" I asked her, grinning. I tried to snatch the phone away from her, but she quickly held it out.I know, I know, I'm trying invading her privacy, but she does this all the time and what if it's a guy she's talking to and this guy is a creep.

"Nothing. Go get what you want and leave me alone, sis." She said, still smiling at her phone. Now I know how stupid and silly it looks when I do that just by looking at her.

"Whatever, little sis." I grabbed the juice and chugged it from the can. Call me boyish or tell me that I don't have no manner at all, but I can't help it.

"Brooklyn, Andrea, I need you." Mom barged into the kitchen with a serious face. This must be something really important. Yet again, I don't really know cause she always keeps that serious and stern look on her face.

She used to call us Brooks or Andy. Now she calls us Brooklyn and Andrea. Wow, mom.

"What is it?" I grunted and walked pass her to go to the living room.

"I want you to model for me in my fashion show. Even you, Andrea." No please? No anything? She still kept the frown on her face. Probably because she didn't really want us to go to that show and model her designs for her. In fact, she never introduces us as her daughters. She probably think I wasn't pretty enough or skinny enough.

"I'm sorry, mom. But I can't. I can see that you are just forced to ask us. I know you're thinking that you're going to embarrass knowing that Andy and I are your daughters. Go ask someone that actually looks like a model. I know you're thinking that I can't be a model for you because I'm not pretty enough. You're just asking us to do it cause one of you're stupid and bitchy models left." And when I said the last statement, I felt my cheeks burn. Mom slapped me. And the worst thing is that she doesn't look guilty at all.

I'm sure that if I slap her models, she would beat me up thousands of times, in front of all of them. I'm sure if her model's punched me, she wouldn't do anything and just pat her on the back. And that's the kind of mother that I didn't want to have. She's my nightmare and I didn't know why she became like this.

"Who are you?" I whispered to her, while rubbing my red cheeks. Andy is now glaring at our mother while she hugs me. "What have you done to my sweet mother?!" I yelled at her.

"She is gone! You're father took her away! And she'll never come back! I wished you were never my daughter cause all you did was remind me of him, of what he did. You're eyes are exactly the same and that's what I hated." She yelled at me like a girl just rubbed chocolates all over her dresses.

"Well, I wished you weren't my mother, too. I wish I left with dad. I wish that I was never your daughter. I wish that my father never loved you. I wish I'm not even living. Dad left you. Aiden left you. Don't let your daughters leave you, too." And with that I went to my room and slammed the door. I know Aiden was a topic that she never wanted to hear, but I had to say it. To make her feel guilty.

Andy came to my room, tearing up. "I used to think that mom is my hero when dad left, but now all I see is that dad is the hero and mom is the villain. I miss dad and Aiden.I know they left us, but I would rather stay with someone who left us, but still love us than with someone who stayed with us, but hates us and wished we never exsisted." I miss Aiden and dad, too. And I hope I could see them again.

I hugged her and let her sleep on my bed. Mom didn't bother to apologize or checked on us. We slept peacefully, but some tears we left in our eyes.

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"It's Noah." Mr. Henderson told me, looking at the paper on his hand.

"What?" I was really hoping for someone else to tutor me, like Evan. He's cute and hot, with brains. Noah isn't cute or hot, but with brains. I prefer Evan. He also had helped me with some stuffs last year. He's really sweet.

"Yep. If you don't want him to be your tutor, then I'm sorry, but I couldn't change it. And also, deal with it. You have to pass, Ms. Collins. And the only way is for Noah to tutor you." He shrugged. I didn't argue back, which was weird. I always do.

After what happened with my mother and I, I had been quiet and haven't been hyper or energetic like I always am everyday. 

I sighed. And went to the cafeteria. I saw Brianna and Elliot sitting on our usual table, but not Jack or Noah.

A guy walked passed me and told me, "Hey, Brooks. Looking pretty as always." He complimened. I always had those stupid compliments that never came from my mother's mouth. I used to believe them, but now I see myself like a pig that came out of a gorilla and like a bird just pooped on me bazillion times. I look nothing compare to those models that mom loves more than my sister and I.

"Hey." I sat down and looked at them with bored eyes. Usually, I would tell them everything what had happened and tease Brianna about Jack and tell Elliot he's stupid, but now, I'm not in a mood for anything.

They looked at me, weirdly. I couldn't stand them staring at me like that, so I stood up, looking at the floor and walked away.

But I also heard Noah speak, "What's up with her? Is it because she doesn't want me to be her tutor? We were fine yesterday."