Maybe Your Typical Teenage Love Story

I was suddenly thrown out of my dream world into reality this morning by my B.G.F.E. (Best Gay Friend Ever) Thomas as he threw my bedroom door open.

"Get up." He yelled. I looked up at him with questioning eyes wondering how the heck he had gotten into my house.

"Why?" I said rolling back over pulling my covers with me to shut out the light.

"Hurry up!" He commanded as he yanked the covers out from around me sending me to the floor of my room.

"Hey! What was that for!" I said angrily.

"Alexa you better hurry up or I'm gonna drag you out in your pajamas; which by the way what are you wearing?" He said looking me up and down. I quickly realized that I was standing there in nothing but a cami and my underwear. I had totally forgotten that was all I wore to bed last night because I was so tired. I quickly jumped back in bed covering myself with my covers.

"Anyway," he said as he raided my closet, " do you really think I am going to let you spend your last day of summer vacation doing nothing?" He said pulling a yellow and white sundress out of my closet with a yellow swimsuit.

"Actually I did; I'm still tired from that party you dragged me to last night." I said as I stood up remembering flashes of people dancing and drinking from the party.

"WHAT!" He said "You didn't think it was fun?" He asked with puppy dog eyes. "I worked really hard to get into that party with you."

"Paying off the bouncer is not working very hard, and as soon as we got in there you left me standing by the bar till the end of the party to go hang out with some guy. Anyway how did you get in my house?" I asked my curly sandy brown haired friend.

"You know, hiding a spare key under the doormat is so old school." He said tossing me the key, "Anyone could have walked into your house."

"Geez. How many times do I have to tell my mom not to leave one out there? Am I the only responsible one living here?" I said putting the key on my dresser. I started for the bathroom taking the clothes he threw at me and went to change.

As I got dressed I looked at myself in the mirror praying to God that my skin would get tanner, because compared to the rest of Key West, Florida I am an albino. I'm not kidding they are way tanner than me, but when you see me you think oh she's a has a nice tan, but when people see me I want them to be like Wow awesome tan! Also I used to be taller than even the guys in my class in the 8th grade, but thankfully they all out grew me by freshman year.

People always wanted me to join some kind of sport like basketball, but I've never been much into sports I'm more of a I'll sit and watch you kind of girl. The one sport that you will ever see me do is running. Even though that's not really a sport I still count it as one in my mind. When we do the mile run in gym I'm always the first one done with a bunch of time to spare. That's really the only thing I'm good at sports wise.

Really the only thing that I think is good about my looks is my straight dark brown shoulder length hair and my ocean blue eyes other than that to me I look kind of plain though people say I'm pretty I don't really see it.I've never been one of those girl who is obsessed with beauty so I don't really think much of anything when someone says I'm pretty I just think that they are just being nice.I finished putting on my clothes, put my hair in a ponytail, and went back to my room.

"Geez, took you long enough. I could have written a book in the time it took you to get dressed." Said Thomas as he handed me my beach bag with my towel and tanning oil, even though I know I still won't be getting any tanner.

"I'll meet you outside," I said, "I'm going to see if my mom is actually in her room this morning.

My mom is Sierra Roberts a painter who works down town at the art gallery. She had me when she was 21 with my drunken hobo of a father Richard Roberts, I don't really like to talk a lot about him. They got married a year after I was born, but then divorced when I was 10. My mom has never been the same since then she is always either at the art gallery or at the studio of the art gallery painting or, get this, going out with my most hated teacher, Mr. Ripley.

Mr. Ripley is my 37-year-old teacher in my worst class, Biology, and he is also dating my mom. They started going out after my first parent teacher meeting about my bad grades in his class and I guess they just hit it off. Of course I don't find out until one day when I come home and go into the living room and see them making-out on the couch.

Oh man was I angry I was so angry I could have exploded the world with my anger, but then my mom gave the usual I sorry I lied to you speech, but then made me angry again by saying she was going to date him any way even though I told her how I felt about it. To this day I'm still not happy about it and though Mr. Ripley wants to bond with me and wants me to call him by his first name Chris I still refuse.

I walked down the hallway and opened the door to her bedroom. "Of course." I said as I looked around her room. Everything was the same as yesterday; her bed was made, everything was put away, and of course, no sign of my mother. I left the room closing the door behind me as I left shutting out the thought that I even had a mother any more. On my way out to meet Thomas I noticed a note from my mom on the counter.

Alexa,

I'm heading out don't wait up for me, I probably won't be back until later tonight. Lots of love.

- Mom

"Or you won't be home at all." I thought to my self as I crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash next to the counter. I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and went outside. "Here," I called tossing a water bottle to him, "let's go."

"Was she not home again?" Asked Thomas.

"Of course she wasn't! All she ever does anymore is work at that dumb gallery and paint." I said as we walked down the dirt trail behind my house that leads to the beach. "Does she even care that I'm being dragged from random party to party by my friend and coming home at like two in the morning smelling like alcohol even though I don't drink anything. Do you think she will even notice if I went missing or died." I said kicking a rock down the path.

"Oh my gosh Alexa don't say something like that." He said grabbing me by the arm and pulling me into one of his famous hugs making me drop all the stuff I was carrying.

"Of course your mom would notice: you're the only person she has left."

"That's not true," I said pulling away, "she has dumb Mr. Ripley."

"Whatever Alexa think what you want, but I think you mean a lot more to her than you know." He said as he picked up the stuff I had dropped. "I at least think you should give Mr. Ripley a chance."

"Do you want me to attack someone? I can barely be in the same room as him now with out feeling an urge to chuck something at his head." I said picking up the water I dropped which was now covered with sand and dirt. "I can barely stand my mother now too on top of it. It's like she isn't even here anymore. It's like she's on her own little planet of happiness or something where apparently I don't exists." I said now continuing my way down the path to the beach.

"Well I say we just drop the subject and move on to making the best out of your last day of summer vacation. Come on." As we walked down the path I never knew that this this fine summer day might be the start of the weirdest year of my life.