I Just Don't Fit In

CHAPTER EIGHT: New Friends

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So after leaving a fuming Trevor and a full stomach, I headed straight home. In the middle of laughing at Trevor, Mom called and ordered me to come straight home. Of course being under eighteen - I must follow orders. Oh, I just can't wait for the day I turn eighteen. Watch me vote for Donald Trump just to piss off mom.

Walking down the familiar streets of where I grew up is like a walk down memory lane. I couldn't help but laugh when I walked past the only broken street lamp on our street. My sisters and I were like ten years old when we came across a slingshot - that one of the boys left unattended - then Argent and I fought over who the best shooter was. I was a big gamer back then, so having my gaming skills questioned like that, I challenged Argent in an aiming match. And Scarlett being the beast, she used this particular street lamp as a target. Whoever shot the light bulb wins. Guess who won?

Lilac.

Yeah, we were all shell shocked too. Almost half an hour went by of Argent and I shooting when Ms. Goody-Goody snapped and told us to stop before we got into trouble. We ignored her of course until she snatched the slingy out my hands and then gave us a lecture about the dangers of a sling shot. In the middle of her lecture, she pretended to shoot the shot but ended up hitting bulls eye. The street light went out and the look on Lilac's face that day was hilarious. We were chased by the security - our street gets a full security system - but luckily got away and then we came back the next day to a brand new light bulb. We tied up Lilac and shot a few before we finally managed to hit the target. And then ran from security.

We did this for almost a whole month before they decided to stop replacing the light bulb. Oh memories.

I came up to our 'house' - the thing is a mansion, I hate it. Digging out my keys, I'm about to unlock the door when it flew open, I released a shriek; my hands flying to my racing heart.

"Mom! You scared the-" I stopped talking when I got a better look at her scowl. "I didn't do it."

In this family, when you hear something break, you have to say you didn't do it. Even if you were the one who did it. The last one to scream/say 'I didn't do it', is the culprit. I know, its absolute ridicule.

She opens her mouth but closes it when a series of 'I didn't do it' rang from behind her. Dad was the last one to scream it and I almost laughed when I hear him groan out loud when he realized it too. Of course.

Mom doesn't look all too happy and just opens the door wider for me to enter. I shoved my keys back in my pockets and entered.

"Your sisters arrived an hour ago," one of the things I enjoy about my dear mother is that she doesn't beat around the bush and just gets straight to the point. "Where have you been? I even called you three times and you didn't pick up. Young lady you better not be cutting class again."

"I'm not, jeez." I cut in - irritated that she's assuming again. "I went to eat-"

And for the second time since I've arrived, she cut me off, "eat?! You told me that your on a strict diet. At least tell me you went to Subway."

I should've ordered water instead of Cola. Oppsie. I totally forgot about my 'diet'.

Mom wanted me to join her and Lilac's yoga classes because I'm apparently getting fat. Yes, because weighing ten pounds more than Scarlett means I'm getting fat.

A sheepish smile plays on my lips and she sighs before running a hand through her perfect curls.

"It was just one taco," I lied, "besides my phone died."