Mama's Boy

Chapter 1

I throw my backpack in the back of my aunt's car and sigh as I make my way up to the passenger seat. Another boring day at school, honestly, I dread every one of my classes, except my 6th period, which happens to be Dance. My aunt turns down the radio and looks at me disapprovingly, "Rebecca.. We need to talk.". I watch the freshman cross the street, not making eye contact with my aunt. I know what she's going to tell me, 'Why are your grades so low? What has been happening to you lately?'. It'll just cause a huge argument that I'm not ready for. "Talk about what?" I say as I begin to pick the white nail polish off my thumb. "Your brother got kicked out of school. He got in a fight..". I look up at her in shock. My brother? He couldn't hurt a fly? "Do you know what happened?".

"Well, we are all having a tough time trying to get over your father's death, especially your brother..Someone had said something about his father and he went ballistic.. I know he has been living with your father for a long time, but he is going to have to come live with us for a while until your grandmother can get a bigger house for you and your brother.."

"Me?!", I shake my head frantically, "I can't go live with my grandmother. She lives all the way out in Fresno, California! I would have to transfer schools and I'm already fine where I am!!". I lay my head back on the head rest and think about moving to Fresno. "It'll be okay. It's not happening right away..Just two weeks....". I roll my eyes, "Two weeks. That's all huh?" I speak in my sarcastic tone. "There's nothing I can do about it.."

"I'm fine here! I'm perfectly fine here.."

"Well.." She lays her hand on my thigh and speaks, "It's time you go back with your grandmother. You promised her a long time ago, that you would go back with her at the beginning of your senior year, and you have been in school for 2 months. It's time now."

"Fine." I scoff. Maybe it won't be so bad. It'll be good for me to go back. I'll be even more depressed than I am now. My grandmother reminds me too much of my mother. I'm tired of seeing her face.

We pull into the driveway of my aunt's home. It's the perfect size for me and her. Two bathrooms, one for me, and one for her. Two bedrooms and a decent sized living room and kitchen. I don't see why she would care about me living here, all of the sudden. I step out of the car and grab my bag from the back. My backpack weighs a ton, I always have marks on my shoulders from the straps that yank me back when I put it on. My aunt hurries her way to the mailbox as she grabs the mail. She has been seeing this guy lately and he seems completely crazy. I probably think that because she met him online. I can't trust people online, too many liars in the world. She met him about 3 months ago. They like to write to each other because they think it's romantic or some shit like that. I don't really believe in love. I've dated 3 guys in my lifetime and every single one of them have fucked me over. I haven't dated anyone in 3 years and I don't plan to until I get into college.

I kick my shoes off on the wood stained floor and make my way upstairs to my room. I know my brother would be here sometime today, and I want to make sure he is okay. Even though, he is the most annoying 7th grader in the world, I still love him. I hear my phone buzzing in my back pocket and I grab it out to see the flashing screen and the name 'Zack' on it. I smile and pick up, "Hey! What's up?"

"Can you come over? We have to talk about something.."

"Did something happen?". I begin to hear muffled yelling in the background. "Zack? You there?". He quickly replies, "Yes, yes, I'm here.. Just come over please.". He hangs up the phone instantly. I am taken back but realize that he probably needs me for something, and I'm not sure if it's good.