Weird Shits

Chapter 1

With Junior Year coming in less than a month, I don't know how the hell I can keep my shit together for this new school my Mom forced me to. As you can see, I'm not the typical friendly-approachable-always-smiling-hand-shaking new girl to interact with. It's not that I don't like people to be friends with, I just don't like them to be fond with my existence. Like you know, when they get a hang of you, they'll start bringing you to parties, ask you to sleep over at their house, when they have boyfriend issues, they'll come crying to you, when they lack of money, they'll start asking you for help and shit I don't give a fuck about. Well I'm not the suitable person for that matter.

It's just not me.

I have less than an hour to get ready for my Guidance Interview with my Mom. Yes, only my Mom. My Dad left me since I was 8 years old when he decided that he's better off without us and we're better off without him. He's a dick for saying that. I mean what kind of father would say that to his own wife and fucking 8 year old daughter who doesn't have a clue what he's talking about. I, for once, never believed in what he said 7 years ago. He married my mother for one reason. To spend their life 'til death do us part. That's the thing I hate about marriage. Why would people keep making theirselves stupid by forcing it to marriage even though only 80% end up having a happy family with kids and grandchildren. There's probably only two reasons why married couples screw up and never make it to the end, 1) they're not meant for each other and 2) they can't and never will keep their shit together.

I've drowned myself with these thoughts for years and I know I should get over it.

A knock brings me back to reality and I saw my Mom's face peeking through the wooden door. "El?" She smiles like she just won the lottery or something.

"Yeah," I open up my eyes and stared at her for a while. She's still smiling. Mom, I know you've been faking that smile for the last few years. Don't push yourself through this just to let me know you're okay even though you're not.

"Charlie will come pick us up in ten minutes. I just came in to check on you if you're ready," Oh great, Charlie from that bookstore across downtown.

"Mom, don't tell me you asked him to pick us up. We could've taken the bus- or a cab," I tell her before she tries to explain. I know my mom has been seeing this Charlie guy for months now. But I wish mom won't use him for stuff like this. I know we don't have a car, but we can always commute. I'm not that desperate for someone to offer us a ride though.

"Of course not El! Why would I do that? He knew about you're Interview today at Brighton. So he offered a ride which I refused, but he insisted just for this one so I gave in. And besides, the weather's ain't fair today," She explains.

"Okay," I replied immediately.

"Good, I'll see you downstairs in five minutes. Wear something formal okay?"

I nod as I gesture my hands for her to get out of my room.

I stood infront of my cabinet and tried to find something my mom would consider.. formal? I grabbed a light brown knee-length floral dress from the bottom of my never-been-used clothes and tried it on. It's not that girly as I thought it should be and I'm happy it doesn't have laces or ruffles on the bottom edge. I took one of the hangered cardigans, the cream one though, and put it on. I spot some flats on my shoe rack and wore them immediately because I can already hear my mom's annoying voice from downstairs. I took one last look on the mirror and fuck.

I've never worn something like this. My mom should buy me a box of pizza from PizzaHut and 10 extra large fries from McDonald's.

I spot Charlie the minute I reached the end of the stairs greeting me with the biggest smile on his face. I smiled back and waited for my mom to finally ask for us to go and leave the house.