The aroma of hamburgers filled the kitchen. I glanced at the griddle. The cheese had melted and was dripping of the cheeseburger. The buns and tomatoes were laid out. Mom had her back to back to me. Her brown hair ended a little before her tail bone. She had shorts on and a pink shirt. It's how she always looked. Her voice traveled smoothly through the air, "Dinner's almost done. They smell good!" She said excitedly. I smirked. "Yes they do." I said back. She looked back at me. She had little to no makeup on. Her face was bright and hr cheeks were rosy. Some wrinkles, but pretty good complexion for a 39 year old.
She smiled brightly at me. I had always wondered how she could be so happy... even after HIM. Oh I do hate him. Tod. Her ex husband. Abusive, never the less, and a real pain in my a.. behind. He would hurt her. Those were the bad days. Every time she tried to smile she would cry. It was extremely depressing. But she soon divorced him, and she was happy again. She looked at my face. Studying it. She knew I was thinking of something. But when I smiled at her again, her smile grew and she turned back to the griddle.
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My stomach was warm from the big bites of cheeseburger I took. "Jeez! You were hungry!" She comments, munching on her last burger, " You might just have another grow spurt.". I laugh. "That means I'll be taller than you, Mom." I giggle. "Ah, 15 and already going to be tall." she sighed. I could see the look on the face. I knew she longed to have me for longer, and she was unhappy the years had gone so quickly. I didn't know where got my tallness from. Mom said my original Dad was short, and she didn't know his family. And then came Tod. I shook the thought away, not wanting to think of him. I looked back at mom. Her everyday smile had come back as she watched "The bachelor". I think about how she must feel. Sad.
11:00 rolls around and I head up to bed after I give Mom a hug and she kisses my forehead. I didn't want to go to bed. I wanted to spend more time with Mom. I also didn't want to go to school, with its boring subject and buff jocks that though they ruled the school. I laid in the darkness, thinking. My eyes droop, and finally, I drift off.
YOU ARE READING
The Witch
Mystery / ThrillerMark, a 16 year old boy, is startled when his mother goes missing. No one remembers her except for him, and everyone is acting strange. He starts seeing things, and getting weird dreams. He hopes to find his mother soon.
