Some call it love [NaNoWriMo13]

16 - Some call it love

If I went downstairs in hope that dinner was going to be great and totally not awkward, I was ready to be proven wrong. Very, very wrong. 

"I heard something happnened in school just now," mum decided to contribute to the table. 

I scowled at her from across the table. I was not going to share what happened with her, and I just wished that she would let it go. I mean, I wasn't ready to tell her what happened, because I was quite sure that in her desperation to get me paired with someone, she was probably going to shoot me down and tell me it was all my fault. 

I mean, it has happened before, so I didn't see why it wasn't going to happen again.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, I really do. It's just that regarding ceratin situations, I would honestly rather not tell her. I mean, she was the whole reason why Kelly Morgan and I were practically arch-enemies. 

Allow me to explain. 

When I was still pretty young into my teenage years, my mum and Kelly's used to be the best of friends. They still are. Then, mum told something really embarrassing about me to Kelly's mother, who then shared it with Kelly. And remember how Kelly Morgan had a big mouth? Yeah, she told everyone else about it and I got mocked for a very long time. 

That was probably the first thing that put the rift between me and my mother. Of course, she didn't know what Kelly had done, because I knew if she were to complain to Kelly's mother about her daugher's behaviour, Kelly would have done something else to make everyone tease me even more than they should. I mean, she was the one who got everyone laughing about my hair. 

Of course, there are also many things which my mother and I couldn't get along about, but I think what put me off the most is that all of my most embarrassing moments I told her or she knew about always ended up to be the expense of laughter in my school. Eventually, I gave up telling mum about everything. 

And she wonders why I never tell her anything anymore. 

The table was quiet as Terrence and I kept exchanging glances with each other. We have always had this way of communication where we understood each other simply by the looks we gave each other. It probably developed as we were children, whenever we needed to send silent messages across the dining table, not wanting our parents to know what we were saying. 

Of course, mum and dad knew about it, but we didn't really care because it wasn't like they knew what was really going on in our heads. 

Dad cleared his throat. "Yes, I heard the Miranda got sent to the sick bay."

Terrence and I exchanged a look. 

"Yeah, the nurse found out that she was still sick when she complained about feeling sick, and found out that Miranda hadn't completely recovered and then made her stay in the sick bay until the end of school."

"Really?"

Terrence nodded. 

"Because I received a report that Miranda had suffered from a panic attack. And according to Susan, you had suffered a panic attack before school had even started."

Susan was Kelly's mother. So that's how she knew that I had liked Connor. Because of my traiterous mother. She never really realised that the things she told Kelly's mother ended up getting relayed to the whole school and then thrown back in my face, did she?

"Nothing happened mum. The nurse was wrong. I didn't have a panic attack, I just happened to be feeling rather tired and felt faint. I did not have a panic attack."

"So are you saying what the nurse had said was incorrect?"

"Yes."

Terrence tried to tell me to be nice to mum, but I didn't want to. Let her complain whatever she wanted to Susan, about how she wished I was more like Kelly Morgan or whatever. Let her say whatever she wants for all I care. I'm sick and tired of trusting people. Trust meant that you were splitting work; dependant. It meant that I couldn't do everything on my own, which I definitely could.