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" Hope that interview went well", I walk through the threshold of my house. Setting down my bags and skateboard to enter the living room to the right.
My mom sat comfortably on the couch. Sipping on her charmomille tea and watching her famous novelas. Pressing the mute button to give me a knowing look. A secret hidden behind the contours of her high cheek bones and flawless smile.
My mother is a true beauty.
Standing at a 5'4, her curvy body and radiant confidence make up for the lack in height. She could be a model if she wanted to, but she's a bit embarrassed for her heavy Hispanic accent to make it big.
" Oh. You know I got accepted. Not even going to lie mater" its latin for mother. I settle down beside her, putting my feet up on the table. Hand behind the couch. Giving off that casual vibe.
She quirks a brow, " you may have come from a lovely trip to a white neighborhood, but this is my house, mis reglas" my rules, she points out. Glaring at me until I retreated my feet, resting them below the table.
" That's much better" then sipped on her tea. As if she weren't scolding me just a few seconds ago.
The tiger has been tamed.
I cough awkwardly into my elbow, earning a curious glance my way. She sips her tea again before shifting on the couch.
" Spill it"
" Spill what? There's nothing to spill besides that cup of-" I pause, "delicious tea in your hands" I point out. Adding a sweet word because her evil glare took over her eyes.
" Mater, ever thought of being a cop? Those laser eyes of yours surely would help decrease the violence in town" I suggest. Avoiding the topic my mom wants to rant on. Knowing her, she'd make it a lesson to whatever gossip I give her from my job.
I remember this one time I came home, little rainbow tutu in ruins, stained tear face and floppy pony tails. Yup, I was a diva even back then. I told her about a boy who pushed me because I didn't want to let him lick my lollipop. And you know what clever sarcastic response she gave me, " that's what happens to naive little girls that spread themselves around", " next thing you know, you'll be recruited by a white man with loads of candy inside" then she petted my head like some dog, " now go off and play with kids your age. But this time don't offer yourself"
My mom was a big fan of lecturing at any given moment.
She quirked a brow, amused at my response, " then you'll be my first interrogation" she paused, " should I be the good cop or bad cop en este caso" in this case. She sure is taking full advantage of this opportunity to tease.
Glad one of us is enjoying my misery.
" I'd prefer option C"
" Which is?"
" None of the above" I stand up, stretching, really trying hard not to laugh.
" Bien lista que eres chamaca" how clever you are child, " but you're not getting away easily" she stood also. Walking over to the kitchen.
But turned slightly, " just let this be a warning to you, next time I catch you the jury won't do you any justice from your crimes" she smirked and winked, striding over the kitchen like some boss.
Geez, is my mom sassy.
£( * = *)
" How is this problem expressed through the quadratic formula?" I mumble out the question.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Never Loved
Teen Fiction" You interest me" he scooted closer towards me. The bench creaking slightly under his weight. My cheeks flush in irritation. " And you annoy me" I shot back, pushing his chest. The feeling of suffocation overcomes me. As the tiny space left between...
