Not Being Bitter, Don't Care

Koko's POV - Denver, Colorado

    I woke up seeing my mother sitting beside my bed holding a Goldilock's Cake. I can see the message written 7 of the cake, "Happy 20th Birthday Koko! Wish you all the best. Love Aunt Miranda and Family," when I saw the name of my aunt I stirred from my bed and sit up surprisingly while my eyebrow is raised.

    "Mom, is aunt Miranda here? Where is it from? Package? No. No no no no," I muttered waving my hand side to side.

    "Why don't you want to take it? I know that you and your aunt had a missunderstanding last week," she put the cake on my side table and took away placed on it and placed it to the floor and then she continued,

    "Yes, she sent you home from Philippines after coming home in the middle of the night. You made her so nervous that changed her to be Hulk when she saw you on the door came in," my mom and I both chuckled, "She shouted at you that everyone on the neighborhood could hear it. Right?"

     I nodded. I opened my mouth to say something but my mom spoke.
"You know take the cake and let's go downstai----"

    "Sorry mom. I forgive aunt Miranda. I'm just shy to say sorry to her because you know maybe she's still angry at me."

   "No. No honey I called your aunt after you came home here last week and she said that she's sorry to what she did to you. I didn't tell it to you because maybe you don't want to hear it. So I lied to her that I would tell it to you."

   "You know mom maybe I'll talk to aunt Miranda later so that we're finally okay."

  "That's a good idea honey," she said and took the cake and turned to look at me once again, "Koko you should dress up and go downstairs and then let's eat this cake together okay?"

   "Sure, wait where's dad?" Mom met my eyes and smiled.

   "He went to the office. He said there is an important meeting there," she shrugged, " maybe there's a client who came."
I stood up straightening my wrinkled white longsleeve shirt and looked at her.

  "Mom you should be better downstairs and slice that cake," gesturing how to slice a cake, "because I'm starving. My stomach is growling in déjà vu." We both laughed and then mom left.

   I rushed into my walk-in closet and then heard the door open I look back and saw my mom grinning at me wierdly and I smirked back and then I sighed and I reached my closet doorknob.

  "Wait!" And I looked back again stepping backward from the door.

  "Ugh. Mom! If you want to say anything say it now not in a disgusting way gosh," placing my hand in each temple of my head.

   I looked back toward the window where I can't see my mom closed my eyes and sighed. Then, I twisted my waist looking back to her and raised my arms and opened my mouth like clowns do. And then I crossed my arms, "Okay say it." Giving way to my mom to say what she wants. I wanted to laugh because I'm not so different with Pyschotic Persons.
     

   "Gosh Koko! What's wrong with you? I just want to say Happy Birthday!" She turned to face the door and open it and went outside then slammed the door very loud. I was surprised to see my mother so angry. This is my fault I'm overreacting again! I slapped my face, "Ouch!"
     

   I'm a freaking wierdo today what's wrong? I leaned my head into the door of my closet. I closed my eyes and exhaled.
    

  I walk into my mirror placed over my pink table. I looked at every edge of the mirror and studied it. It is decorated with small flowers attached to a small lace so that it can give emphasis to my mirror.
    

  I turned to look at my table there's a lamp behind the mirror and under it is cylindrical steel holder where my pencils, pens, color pencils, ruler, et cetera are placed and beside it is a small book designed with many cats smiling drawn as clip-art.
    

  I looked to the left of the table where stack of books is aligned precariously. I looked to the mirror again until my phone vibrated in the pocket of my white pants. I picked my phone and opened it, an unknown number appeared but still I answered it.
    

  "Hello? Who's this?" Then an oppressive noise vibrated from the phone. I pulled the phone a little away from my ears. And then a woman's voice answered back.
    

  "Hi! I'm Ms. Doffel from Twist Your Neck Studio."
    

  "A what?" My face turned to unexplained expression. Twist Your Neck Studio? Maybe it is an institute of a serial killer who loves to twist the neck until the person dies. Gross.
    

  "Sorry, it's a Yoga gym. I know the name is very disgusting to hear."
     

  Ah. I see a yoga gym. Wait. What? Why would they call me? How did they know my number?
    

   "I'm sorry but why did you call? Is there someone who knows me that asked to call to me and pick her there? Tell me her name."
    

   "Oh no, there's none. I just want to tell you that someone called me but I don't know who. She gave me your number and asked me to call you to suggest if you want to join our group because she said you are asking her if there is any yoga place here in Colorado."
    

    When I heard the word someone who called me that I didn't know. My mind told me that would be mom.

    "I think I need to poop. My stomach doesn't feel good. I'll call you later."
The woman is still not done speaking when I say 'Bye'.

   That face. That face when I came home from shopping yesterday. That smile when she saw me came in and murmured something to someone in the phone.
I walked into my closet and changed my longsleeve to a green shirt that says: i'm not me.

   I also changed my pants into a coachella short even if I am not going to a Coachella.
I reached for the doorknob of the door and smiled, "This would be a war."

But first I will go to the studio that Ms. Dofol? Degell? Doffel? Right! Doffel! But first I changed my outfit into a off-shoulder dress with a combination of brown boots. Put a red lipstick and DONE! I AM SO PRETTY!