We Were Supernova

I never liked her.

My whole life my dad meant everything to me. I didn't like my mom much. Because she tried too hard, I guess. Now that I'm older she tells me more about the things that he's done in his life, and though some of them are extreme, everyone makes mistakes. And what makes my dad so awesome is that he's made so many. He must be the smartest person on the plant, but mom says that he never fixes his mistakes. I don't care.

I never liked her.

She thinks she's better than everyone else. But in reality she's just a person. She's a human being who fucks up just like everyone else.

I turn my head a little to the left so my small calendar is visible. He's been in jail for almost 7 months now. He was sentenced to 12 months. 5 more months to go. I put the joint back up to my lips, closed my eyes, and inhaled like this was my last breath ever. I feel the room spinning but the beautiful feeling doesn't last long before my mother's hard knuckles hit the door. I set my joint in the ashtray by my window and try to fan my room out.

"Cara! What are you doing, you have school in 5 minutes!" She giggles the door handle but as usual it's locked.

"School is for losers!" I mumble as I inhale the drug.

"What?" She knocks again.

"I know! I'm getting dressed now!" I yell angrily even though I know I'm lying. I'm not even closed to dressed. The only thing on my body is underwear and a black ripped shirt that say; The 1975. I put up my head a little but I don't move. I'm not getting dressed, I think we both know that.

"Well hurry up!" She pauses and I hold my breath. "Is that smoke I smell? Cara!" I hear her sniff. I chuckle and in the middle of laughing I start coughing really hard. My lungs are on fire.

"Are you smoking weed? Cara!"

More door handle jingling. "Open this damn door now!" She starts to kick it. I widen my eyes. Maybe it's because I'm high but each time her foot hits the door, the door moves like waves in the ocean. I rub my eyes.

"What the fuck!" I gasp in disbelief as she kicks open my door, it fly's back and the door knob crashes into the wall taking off some of the paint.

She walks right over to my window and picks up the ashtray. "Is this what you do all day? Smoke Marijuana! This will kill you Caravine!"

I shrug. It hasn't so far.

All she does it take one step and her two fingers is gripping my arm, pinching me. I wince quietly, although it only hurts a little.

"You'll end up just like your father. Look at you." She scoffs. "I see it already. Drugs, Alcohol. You have no common edict. Look at the way you're dressed, your breasts are hanging out." She turns me "Your underwear doesn't even fit-"

For whatever reason I start laughing at that. Her voice sounds somehow deeper. She looks like the guy dressed in red on the Wiggles. Her eyes widen and her fingers tighten.

"Hypocrite." I mumble.

"What?" Her fingers tighten even more and now it actually hurts.

"Ow." I pull my arm away rubbing it.

"I'm older than you. You're underage!"

"Whatever. I'm too stoned for this conversation." I pick up my joint and take another deep huff.

"Ugh!" she screams as she rips it out of my hands and throws it out the window.

"What the hell!" I cough smoke coming from my nose and mouth.