Of course I'll be fine, I'm always fine. But we have to fight, because it's just us now. There were five of us and now it's just you and I and it can't be just me. It can't be. I will go down swinging for you, Ross. You know I will. But that means y...
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, you people are slothful! Go, go, go bumpkins! Wait,Nina! Where did you find these 'friends,' their work ethic is so-"
My mother stopped in her tracks in the bright lighting of the hotel. Maia, Mercedes, Kurt, Allie, Laura, Austin, Donna, Rachel, Mike Chang, Santana, Brittany, Artie, Sam and Tina rushing around her back and forth with boxes and bags filled with Nina'sPriorities my mom called it. "So shirk."
She stops to preach with abate about my friends. I hate it. No, I can't stand it.
Kurt briskly hummed Lady Gaga, crossing paths with my Mom as she looked at him like he'd already lost her respect. I then prayed Lady Gaga would come and start singing Bad Romance, I thought leaning my head back. She could relief my stress.
Nina
This is my life or death. My somewhat-a-wake up call. But it is so in the moment and I find it humiliating that my mom rather be around me in my glory than my grave destruction also known as starving myself like the models do in Victoria.
After I told Maia, we of course told my parents together and they said be strong, and all of that idiotic stuff. In my case I have been strong for to long and I needed shoulders more than instruction. I don't know if my Mom and Dad realize that all my life they had put pressure on me to be the greatest, everyone did.
Great appeared.
We are here now in the four star hotel because of Unison high on the 10th floor. Everybody truly knows when it is four stars it has mice or something in it, but it's the best the board could do. Being under the care of school again felt nice for Maia and I. We were never more stronger than we were in high school. Most times.
My teachers and principals came across my old and battered paper on Feminism I wrote as an topic assignment and it was a college level and highly treasured, valued paper that someone reread and reported to the authorities as spectacular, woo. More money for Unison high.
They invited me to speak my wits in a wide open protest on a podium and everything to firstly inspire their new students and adults of every aspect and religion, that would spread the great word of this speech. It was supposed to be broad casted and world wide and as soon as my Mom heard it could put my name on the map, she took the first flight to New York in a Three buttoned Tahari Asl.
I felt like Queen Elizabeth. Women would be coming everywhere to hear me speak about knowing your rights and equality, but somehow how passionate I was about anything was pulled away from me, again. My Mom took over verbally and now I'm letting her, nothing's changed.
I know I will have to stop that from repeating itself but meanwhile I had to focus on looking solid for the cameras. Looking okay. Practicing public speaking and being a heroine for everyone involved in society's drama... I find it comforting my friends came to support me and honestly I'm starting to think it's the best thing happening right now on this trip.
The only thing I can't take well right now, is that my mom ignores my... life, my system. She's looked at me all through the trip on the bus and smiled, and strategized to me on my stance. But not my health, not me. Because being a champion mattered more right now.
The Stages Of Reuniting With Your Best Friends
"Why is your mom calling everybody bumpkins?"
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