Sugar Kisses

Chapter 1

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"ZZZ-Zzzz-ZZzzz- zZZzzzZZ . . ."

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Make it stoooop," I moan.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

I jolt awake, and look to my right. There it is, the devil. I pick up my fat pillow and bash it hard.

"Stupid, stupid alarm clock. Can't you see I want to SLEEP?!!!!" I yell at the alarm, like a psychopath. I probably look crazy... Eh nothing new.

It's been a week since school started but I still curse that annoying piece of shit. The alarm clock.

And then I look at the time. Oh shit. It's time for school...

"Imma be late. Imma be so late, why, dear God why, is it always me?" I rant, as I rummage through my drawers to find a decent outfit. Aha! A pair of jeans and my favorite, worn out t-shirt, which has fading letters on the front, spelling out 'Smile, it looks better'. But come to think of it, isn't that a lot like what I wore yesterday? And the day before? Meh.

Oh well. I head to the bathroom, after laying out my clothes, to shower and brush my teeth. Wrapping a towel around my dripping body, I walk out of my en suite bathroom and throw on my clothes. Blowing out my black hair and brushing it until it's silky, I tie it up into a high ponytail and try to put on some mascara, before failing terribly. Well, A+ for effort...

I push my door open, and sneak down the hall, treading slowly, so I don't wake anyone up. Oh God, what if Steve woke up? I did not want to see him right now...

"Emma!"

Crap

I turn around abruptly. Mom is standing outside her door still in her pyjamas.

"Hey Mom! Why are you up so early?"

"Oh, Steve and I just had a l-little fight.... it doesn't matter..." she trails off. "Anyway, got any plans for today? I was thinking we could go out to the mall, you know, buy some stuff.."

Wait... Mom? Taking me out to the mall?

Time for a history lesson.

This was really rare for me... I never really got to spend time with her anymore. It was always "Steve this," or "Steve that,"

Ever since Mom and Dad got divorced, when I was 12, and he moved away to Alaska, she got really depressed. I was heartbroken too, I loved him to the point where it drove me mad sometimes, when I would come home from school, expecting to be swung up into his arms, him whirling me around, calling me his princess, only to find out he wasn't there anymore. It hurt every single time. But over the past years, I learnt to love him, because I know he left because of Mom, and not of me, and because I knew it would get me nowhere, crying to sleep each night, missing him.

But then a few months ago, she found this guy, Steve, and according to her, he is the greatest guy in the world. He's just a tanned, muscular, mean looking, tall guy in his late twenties, who just happened to stumble into Mom at work. And don't even ask me what happened next.

Okay. Snapping back into the present.

This did seem nice, just the two of us, going out. Steve wouldn't like that though. But, I don't care what he thinks. "Sure Mom, I'd love to." I say.