Chapter 2: Just The Way I'm Not

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I never understood the expression home sweet home. Even after Alex annoyingly chanting there's no place like home while clicking her heels together I still cease to understand the truth of the expression. I guess however home to most people was a peaceful sanctuary where all the family came together and lived happily, but for me this wasn’t the case-which was probably one of the reason this expression remained a mystery to me. I could have it worse I guess.

I brushed through my tangled hair. I wasn’t always doom and gloom I liked being happy. After all I was on my way to the community centre. I know that sounds lame, but the community centre we had was quite good it had music rooms, a dance hall, a gymnasium, a swimming pool, a library etc. The works, to my luck it also had an art studio I like painting drawing you know all your basic artsy stuff except sculpting that wasn’t exactly one of my strong points. I enjoyed art, and  liked to think I was good at it to I liked painting scenes from books if I read a page from a book and I like it I paint or sketch how the scene looks in my head that was my style.

I picked my lucky blue t-shirt out of my wardrobe and my pink adidas jacket with jeans and converse. I wasn’t interested in being fashionable so I usually stuck to comfort over style I just didn’t see the point in it all. Remarkably I decided to wear my hair down I had an unusual spring in my step. was going to embrace it so I swapped my converse for boots my old jeans for my new faded blue skinny jeans and my Black All time Low t-shirt. I kept the jacket though.

“Hallo your mother’s home.” I heard a voice call from down the stairs

“Hey why are you at home so early?” I questioned.

“Well Sam is going for after work drinks so I thought this would be a perfect time to tell you my big news, it involves you.” She squealed in excitement. Oh boy.

“Oh …I...Umm… and I can’t wait to hear it,” I was smiling on the outside but on the inside I was secretly dying.

“Wait your not wearing your hoodie I have never seen you without your hoodie?” She queried I smiled maybe if I kept smiling she’d go away “Oh is it a boy omigosh have you got a boyfriend? A crush? Why didn’t you tell me!” she gasped (now I wished I had something to say) wait why was she so interested, she never was interested in me. Oh here comes the big news- what was it? I had to stop this conversation soon.

“No mom it’s not a boy,” I laughed weakly

“So it’s a girl then are you a lesbian? I mean because I’m totally fine with it if you are, everybody to have their own.” She alleged.

“Ew, no mom I’m not a lesbian or Bi before you ask there is not a boy or girl,” I moaned.

“You know Alison once upon a time I was a teenager to, so don’t try and hide it from me I am not stupid” She said seriously that must be a pretty old fairytale. For goodness sake if you can’t beat them join them.

“Fine it’s a boy,” I lied (had I just made up an imaginary boyfriend that was reaching new levels of saditude even for me) she was suffocating me she had never been this involved in me before were had distant mom gone.” Well I’ve gotta go,”

“Here take my flavored lip gloss, and Alison be safe.” She said I was staring to miss distant mom.

“Mom I’m sixteen, I’m not a slut!” I sighed.

“Oh well, you’re a teenager its only one year and when you’re a teenager think of those silly little laws more as… guidelines let’s say.” She laughed I swear down I am raising myself I took the lip gloss and I noticed she was about to say something else so I quickly escaped.

“Okay bye!” I shouted quickly and ran out of the door before the conversation continued. Crap what was I going when I got back home would she start asking questions? I really need to learn to quit while I’m ahead.

I walked down my road, it was a sunny day out. I really didn’t know where I was going. But I knew I didn’t want to be home.

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