Stuck with you

Chapter 4 part 2

I tossed and I turned. I turned my fan on and I turned off. I grew very hot around 1 am.

Am I getting sick? I hope not. I was just fine yesterday. But, if  I do get sick then I wouldn't have to face Chris. So, yay!

Finally I sighed. I'm not falling asleep anytime soon. Maybe it's because I have too many thoughts bouncing around in my head. Along with drama in my life.  I should write. It's Help clear my head.

I pulled out my purple notebook out of my desk drawer. It had crystal hears on each sides. This I will cherish forever. The one of the things my mom gave me before she died,  I love so much. Makes a lot of scene.

Dear, diary

It's so weird running into Mark twice in a day. Is this a sign? A sign that says we are meant to be together? If so, I don't want it to happen. Also, things with me and Chris aren't looking to good. We got into a fight. How do I make things right between us?

And apology might work. Actually it will work. See, writing out my thoughts does help!

"Charlotte, breakfast is ready!"

I smiled. Prefect timing. I yelled, "I'm coming! " All of a sudden,  my head stared getting heavy though as I made my way to the door. My eyelids got heavier and heavier. Until, bam! I was out cold on the wooden floors of my bedroom.

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I would have these weird images in my heads. It's hard to explain, but they feel  so real. Sometimes there good and I don't  want to wake up from if and sometimes there bad and they make my heart pound super loud. In this case, this is a bad image.
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"Mom, can we go see the new dolphin movie?"

"No, honey. Mommy busy working. Maybe later this week."

"You always say that."

"Well, it is true. Without this job, you, me and daddy wouldn't have food to eat or new clothes to wear."

"Who cares about daddy? He's mean. I heard him yelling on the phone last night."

"Charlotte Grace Smith! How dare you say that about your father! He has done so much for you! You should be thankful for what he has done!"

"He really hasn't done all that much. "

" That's it! Go to your room! I don't want to hear another word out your mouth for the rest of the night! "

I sighed to myself as I walked down the hall. She doesn't understand what he's like. I wish there was some way for her to see how he really is.

Some nights were like that for me and my mom. Plain miserable and very stressful.

Other nights were happy and pure fun. I remember the time when we went to the mall.

" Mom, can do the photo booth?"

"Sure honey. Anything to make my beautiful daughter happy."

We got into the dark booth. There was a screen that said if we wanted our photos in color or black or white. I choose Color.

"Good choice", my mom whispered in my ear.   

I giggled. When my mom does that it always makes me giggle.

We did all types of faces. We funny faces. We stuck out our tongues. It was so funny, we couldn't stop laughing. Our sides were hurting so bad when we stepped out of the photo booth.

For the next photo, we pretended we were rock stars. We made a motion with out arms that made it look like we were singing.

The Final photo we did had my mom kissing my cheek while I looked away for her, smiling. I think this moment describe our relationship perfectly. Loving, but not too loving that we are the best of friends.

After that, we went and got pretzels. The taste of the pretzel I remember so clearly. Buttery but not too buttery and with the right amount of salt. And best of all I had my mom by side. She is one of the best people in my life. I never want to  forget this moment as long as I live.

I stretched my arms, wide. A yawn escaped my mouth. I didn't think I was that tried. That was the best sleep I have in a long time.

I went downstairs to get myself to get a drink. I saw my dad sitting at our table with a cup of coffee in his hand. " Morning, sweetie. How did you sleep?"

"Good. Dad, what's today?"

"Tuesday. Don't worry though. You're excused for school today. I knew you were going to be under all lot of stress after your fight with Chris."

"You knew?"

"Yes. He told me last night after it happened. Now, would you like to join for waffles?"

"I love to."

"Mr. Smith, I'm home for school!" I heard Chris's house from the front door.

I waved to him, " Hi."

"Oh. Hey. Sorry about last night."

"It's fine. I should be apologizing for not be nice to you earlier."

"You are forgiven. Now, let's work on that project." He led we to the living room where we sat down on the leather couch.

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Yay! They forgave each other!

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