Wish We Could Turn Back Time m.c

Chapter 10

Finally after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the day arrived. March 30th, the day I would find out whether or not I won that contest, was finally upon us. Unfortunately, the organization holding the contest wouldn't email out the results until five o'clock that day, so I still had a whole day of school to endure before I could see if I won. Jasmine, Al and my hopes were still high, and we couldn't concentrate during class all day due to our anticipation. Well, it wasn't like I could concentrate during class anyway.

What I mean is, my morning went terribly for what was supposed to be such a good day.

"Oh, mum, can I have some money for lunch?" I asked when I was about to walk out the door to head to school. I'd almost forgotten.

"About that honey... May I talk to you?" I followed my mum back into our living room from the foyer where I sat down in a chair across from her.

"Um, I don't know how I'm going to tell you this," she nervously ran a hand through her straight brown hair that was just like mine. "Last night, the diner let me go, so it looks like I'm just going to be working at the coffee shop in the mornings for awhile until I find another job." The expression on her face looked pained, like she was embarrassed to tell me. I stood up and hugged her with intentions to make her feel better. I wish she would have told me last night when it had all happened so she wouldn't have to feel guilty about it all night. I would have understood.

"It's okay mum," I said, rubbing her back with one of my hands. She wasn't making any noise, but I could tell my mom was crying. She gets emotional easily like that.

"No, it's not," she said shakily. "Until I can find another job, we're going to have to save money any way we can, so I can't give you and your brother and your sister lunch money every day. I'm so sorry, Lacey."

"No worries mum. I know you'll find another job soon," I let go of the hug, sensing that she had calmed down sufficiently.

"Well, that's the trouble, sweet heart. I've gone through almost all the restaurants and shops in Sydney, there's not that many more places that can hire me," she sat down on the couch where I had been earlier and put her head in her hands.

"We'll make it through somehow, mom. We always do," I replied.

"Thanks, Lacey. Now run along to school while I get ready to explain all of this to your brother and sister when they come downstairs. Wouldn't want you to be late because of me," though I didn't want to, I left my mum sitting there on the couch. Like she said, I didn't need to be late. I had a really important report due in history, first period that morning. So, I waved goodbye to my mother and headed out the door.

I had chosen my favorite outfit that morning, my oldest and most worn black jeans, a soft gray beanie, my black converse high tops, and a Twenty One Pilots shirt that looked like the cover of the Blurry Face album. I had wanted to feel good in what I was wearing to match my good mood, even though that was kind of destroyed now that I heard the news from my mom. It was so frustrating, every time a business needed fewer employees; they always seemed to fire her first. In the midst of my thoughts about what the family was going to do for the few months it took my mum to find a job, I wasn't paying attention and didn't see the rock some kid had obviously placed on the pavement ahead of me.

Splat.

The next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the side of the road with my face in a mud puddle (it had rained the night before) and the palms of my hands scraped from trying to catch myself from falling. Great. Now I had mud splattered all over my clothes as well and I didn't have time to run back home and change. The day just keeps getting better and better.