Choices and Mistakes

Chapter 2: "Sunflowers Died This Morning"

CHAPTER 2

     School. Ugh, for once I just wish that I didn't have to go. I wish that my parents' would let me stay home for this one day. I wish they'd be chill, but nope my education is important to them and I know they'll never let me do so. Knowing I have to please my parents, I trudge towards the bathroom door. I allow myself to take a long cold shower to try and drown the remaining screams.

     Walking downstairs, the sweet aroma of bacon frying reaches my nose and my mouth begins to water. Slowly I round the corner into the kitchen and surely, there's my dad frying some bacon. My mom looks up from the newspaper and smiles. "Oh, Janie, honey! Good morning! Excited for your last day?" She beams at me, as if I told her I was going to university next year.

     Sighing, I put on a smile that I've worn since the day of, well, Ben's death. They can never know. "Of course mom, who wouldn't be?"

     "Honey, we're so proud of you. Reaching your last year of high school and soon university! Right?"

     I chuckle softly, knew it. "Mom, you know my answer. I'll be taking a few months off to travel, find myself and all that jazz. Then I'll go to university. Seriously." I sit across from her at the dinning room table, noticing that the vase in the middle was unusually empty.

     She frowns and takes a sip of her coffee, "well Janie, if that's what you want to do, your father and I support you."

     "At the mean time, cut the chit chat, and get eating. Brunch my ladies," dad comments whistling. He serves us the bacon with scrambled egg on the side.

"Toast Janie? Milk or tea?"

     "Pass me some of that toast pops. And coffee sounds good to me," I reply wolfing down the eggs. "What's with the empty vase?" I ask, after a quick pause of chewing. He comes back and drops a piece of toast that's smothered in peanut butter and a glass of milk. I refrain myself from taking another bite of my delicious brunch and look at him with one eyebrow raised.

     "Good for your bones sweet pea. Now let's get eatin' or you're gonna be late." He sits, joining mom and I at the table. I groan but don't speak, enjoying the last moments of sanity I have left before school.

     "The sunflowers died this morning. Right, I'll drop you off Janie, I need the car today. Loads of errands to run and I'm going to be super busy," she pauses to sip her coffee, "I'll be home around 7, so you might have to fix your own dinner if dad's not home."

     "Riley, you know I'm hardly ever home before you," dad replies to mom. Turning to me he adds, "you'll be safe and a good girl like always, right sweet pea?"

     I blush at the name, "dad, I'm 17, almost 18, you can stop calling me sweet pea now." With that, I excuse myself from the table, quickly escaping to my room and with the little time left, write.

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A.N;

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