It's a warm diner.
There is a touch of home and retro here and there. I examine my wristwatch and nod to myself, before shoving my hands inside the pockets on the dress. I tap the polished floor with my black boots, looking onto the glass; my mom is grabbing her purse and is currently running on her beige wedges.
The sight of her is so terrifying that I have to close my eyes for a moment. She, fortunately, manages to find a balance and decides that it is safe to trot like a model on a catwalk. I scoff and stay still as she makes an entrance which makes others look towards her.
When she finishes her walk and looks towards me, she loops an arm on mine and smiles adorably. She leads us to a table number fifteen and slides beside me. I cup my face with a free hand, "You look sixteen, Mom. And I think many people have recognized you now."
She looks at me, puzzled and frazzled. I crane my neck behind her and almost laugh hysterically when she shrieks a little, looking at the line behind her back. The line consists boys and girls and women and men, who each holds a pen and a white clean handkerchief or a script.
They chorus a 'are you Tera Lee?' and she smiles helplessly, already taking a pen and a handkerchief from a young girl with blonde locks and blue eyes. I look at the line and find a classmate. A girl with brunette hair cascades until her waist, her eyes look down over her used white converse and she grips the pen and a piece of ripped note as if her life is with them.
Morriana Chaser is her name.
I read a lot of psychological things and in this summer heat, nobody would bundle themselves with that thick jacket. When she is in front of me, I greet her with a smile, "Hello, Morriana." She looks at me in surprise and quietly scratches her left wrist; but I catch it.
My mom looks at me in shock but smiles beautifully for Morriana, "Your name's Morriana, huh? Such a pretty name and you're pretty, too." She signs Morriana's paper and pats her hand gently when Morriana whispers a 'thank you'. She turns around but stops suddenly. Without looking at us, she hisses,
"You're too kind."
And goes away. The only one who hear her is me, because my mom is too busy signing her fans' papers.
Weird.
notes :
IM BACCCCCCKKKK.
and i am sososososo sorry for not uploading last week because i was too busy playing Assassin's Creed IV : Black Flag. i am definitely sorry.
and i promise the next chapter will be out either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
good day!
-J-
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