“Mum, I’m home!” Sarah yelled.
“Hi sweaty, how was your father?”
“Fine mum”
“Oh that’s good, give him a kiss for me next time you see him!” She smiled
“Mum you’re not together anymore! You’re the one who wanted to get the divorce!” Sarah yelled and stormed up the stairs.
“What you don’t know won’t hurt you Sarah!”
Sarah’s mother was very old fashioned. Her mother Ginger was one of the reasons no one ever can over to her house. Everyone always said that she reminded them of a hippy and the one-day that Sarah brought over her best friend, her mum made brownies… hash brownies.
Ginger walked up stairs as quietly as possible and when she reached Sarah’s bedroom door she just stared at it. After 5 minutes of contemplating what Sarah was going to say when she walked in the door, she knocked.
“Come in!” Sarah yelled angrily.
“I never got to ask you, how was school? Ginger said with a fake smile as she walked over to Sarah’s bed and sat on it.
“Shit, like normal.”
“It always is, I don’t know why I bother asking.” She whispered.
“What did you say mum?”
“Nothing sweetheart!” Ginger quickly replaced her bored face with another fake smile. “Tell me what happened.”
“Nothing mum, you never want to listen. So I’m just asking you to walk out the door and tell me when you want me to make dinner!”
“Okay” Ginger got up off the bed and walked towards the door before stopping. “I do love you Sarah”
“Yeah I know mum”
Ginger walked out of the room; disappointed in the way she acted towards Sarah. Walking down the stairs, at her eye level was the clock. Bright green and blue, she could barely read it but she knew what time it was by the hour and second hands of he clock which were red. It was four thirty and dinner was normally at five, but she didn’t say anything, as she knew Sarah would be angry is she had to walk back downstairs.
* * *
At five o’clock Ginger yelled to Sarah to come downstairs. Ginger had taken out all the ingredients that they had in their kitchen cupboard. A minute later Sarah walks through the kitchen door and she stopped dead.
“Why is all the food on the table?”
“Its so you can make the food easier” Ginger replied happy with what she had done.
“Mum you’re not helping!”
“But I like making food!”
“The last time I let you make food was when Josh came over, and that was 3 years ago…”
“But...”
“No buts! Do you remember what happened last time?”
“Yeah you and that boy were getting hot and heavy and I walked in and gave you brownies… he loved them!”
“Mum he got high off them!” Sarah yelled angrily.
“So what?
“And then you told him where he should touch a girl, to give her the best feeling in the world!”
“And he listened”
“And he ran out of the house mum! He never came back and it was all you’re fault. But the way we weren’t doing anything, we were studying! Like NORMAL people!” Sarah said walking away. Ginger just watched Sarah walk towards the door. “You leave the kitchen, not me, I’m making the food!”
“Alright, alright”
Ginger walked out of the kitchen frustrated and as she walked through the door to the living room and smile spread across her face as she remembered that she did help make the food for dinner, she got out all of the ingredients.
Sarah on the other hand was slowly putting all of the food back into the cupboard and fridge where it all belonged before starting to make dinner. Sarah was still thinking about that day that he mother ruined her life. It’s when everything started to change fore her. Josh told everyone what happened, his mum took him to a different state and school, and then she was just classified as weird and the person who makes people run away.
One day when trying to prove that she didn’t make people run away, she helped a little boy get a toy off the shelf before giving him a hug, the hug resulting with the boy in tears running for his mum and dad. This then gave everyone another reason to hate her, they thought she hurt little kids.
Sarah slowly started make food, spaghetti, her favourite. Ginger hated spaghetti and Sarah only ever made it when it was just her at home. But what had happened since she got home, she wanted to get Ginger back.
“Spaghetti?” Ginger looked at the bowl of freshly made spaghetti with disgust.
“Yes mum, because I’m sad and I want it!”
“Okay” Ginger said quietly sitting down.
“Here, eat it” Sarah said placing a bowl of spaghetti under he mums nose.
“It smells like tomato and cheese!” Ginger complained
‘That’s because it has a specially made tomato past sauce and cheeses sprinkled on top. Stop complaining and just eat you food!”
“Do I have too?”
“I swear mum, you’re a bigger child than I am!”
The rest of the night Ginger and Sarah ate in silence. Ginger eating as slow as possible so that she didn’t have to eat the food watched for hen Sarah wasn’t looking and fed some spaghetti to the dog. Sarah wasn’t paying attention; she was more interested in what was going to happen tomorrow as she dreaded thinking about how long she had to stay at school for.
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How Do You Love Someone?
Teen FictionA girl named Sarah who's forced to live with a mum thats never at home and a father that has no life and how she copes with everyday life, with being bullied and in love.
