I go in my room after my run and got dressed in a black silk top, and black skinny jeans. I put my hair up, like my job requires, and start to head downstairs. Before I can make it to one step my mom calls me from her room.
"Ella, sweetheart?" She calls out.
I poke my head in her dark room and she motions for me to come to her. So I come in and stand beside her bed.
"Are you off to work so soon Ella? I thought you were taking your sister and I out at 8 o,clock pm."
"I am mom, but it's only 2 o,clock pm. We have about five hours left and I work until 7 o,clock pm. So we'll have 5 hours until then. Okay?"
She shook her head yes and i leaned down and gave her a peck on the forehead.
You see, when I turned seventeen, i was planning to finish high school early and head off to college to get out of Pleasant Heights. Those plans didn't play out. My mom got sick. She had a heart attack and five days later, a stroke. Which in time made her develop an early Alzheimer's. She has a hard time remembering little things, like the time and she mixes mine and my sisters name a lot. Which shouldn't be hard. Ella and piper. No where near the same.
Due to the stroke she is also bound in a wheel chair. I feel sad seeing my mom like that, but its so she doesn't pass out and hurt herself.
No one at school knows about my mom. Only my two best friends, Pal Singh and Fatima Bartholomew. I love them to death.
We have been friends since I moved here when mom left dad, in 1st grade. Now here we are. Seniors. In high school. Phew. We got old.
I speed walk down the stairs, already late enough, because of my trip down memory lane.
I put on my black Vans and walk out to my car. A dark blue, 1967 Chevy Impala I bought myself last month for my birthday. As I'm pulling out the driveway heading to the road I see Mr. Emerald-eyes out my rearview. He smiles. Hopefully at my awesome taste in cars.
I pull out and smile at him briefly then speed off on my way to work. Not looking at his response. I'm late.
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Hey nonexistent people who aren't reading this! I had to fix a few minor mistakes before starting chapter 3. Thanks for kinda reading!
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