Unique

Chapter 3

  A shiver runs through my body. I really wish I knew why.

  I get up and go to open the door, but I look through the peephole instead. I need to make sure I'm safe.

  I see my mother standing there, angrily. Thank God. (But why? It was just a nightmare!)

  Wait. Who’s standing there next to her? Looks like some lady- tall, blonde, and a good, strong figure. Could that be Adira? I’ve never seen her before, but I have to stop acting like a psycho.

  “BESS! WHERE ARE YOU? OPEN THE DOOR!” Mom screams impatiently while knocking at the door wildly.

  I think it’s safe then, mom would never let me open the door if it was some evil murderer next to her. But what if she’s torturing mom and telling her to pretend normal?

  “BESS! YOU’LL BE GROUNDED IF YOU DON’T OPEN RIGHT NOW!” Mom's getting very impatient now, she knocks at the door harder and faster.

  Shit. I would fight a zombie apocalypse for tomorrow’s fair. I’ll open the door, but I’ll take this stick with me. I grab a stick that's lying near the door.

  “Who are you?” I ask angrily, raising my stick, ready to hit her. “What do you want?”

  Okay, I will definitely regret that. The lady looks at my mom like her daughter’s either mentally disordered, or brought up in a jungle. My mom on the other hand, looks like she would throw me in a mental hospital or a jungle. Oops. Now I can party all night. (If you thought I was serious, you are eligible to join a mental hospital. We can be best friends there)

  “I’m sorry Kelsie, she’s not like this.” Mom’s clearly embarrassed. “Bess, say sorry.” Mom’s clearly angry. Oops.

  “I’m sorry.” I look down, embarassed. But seriously! It's not my fault! I was just trying to protect my mother!

  “Good. And you’re grounded.” Mom orders sternly. WHAT? No, this is not happening. She can't do this to me, not when the fair's tomorrow.

  “Oh no no no mom please I’m sorry, I thought she was someone else please please please!” I beg. Literally.

  “NO. You need to learn how to behave. And that’s final.” Boy, mom is bloody angry. She'd rip me to pieces if Kelsie wasn't here. I can fight a zombie apocalypse but I can’t fight mom.

  “It’s okay Lea, Bess didn’t know, right?” Kelsie looks at me, expecting an answer.

  I grab the golden opportunity. “Oh yes! I’m very sorry I really didn’t mean to-”

  Mom cuts in angrily, “Why are you carrying a stick?”

  “Uhh... because my leg is paining and I need a stick to walk.” Wow, that should get nominated for the worst lie awards.

  “And why is your leg paining?” She narrows her eyes, knowing that my next excuse will be worse.

  “Uhh... because I tripped down the stairs when you knocked” I lie dumbly and try my best not to look mentally retarded. Wow, nothing can get worse. You can facepalm now and nominate this one instead. An absolutely marvellous excuse I got to say.

  “Yeah that’s believable.” Sarcasm is overflowing in her voice. I don’t think mom fell for my world’s best lie. Kelsie chuckles.

  “It’s okay Lea, I didn’t feel bad. She didn’t mean it anyway. Give her a last chance.” She consoles mom. Go team Kelsie! Or go team person-I-was-about-to-bash!