Cherry soda calamity

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I just kind of didn't know what to do.

Her awkward, wet sobs stopped as soona s the audible creeeek shook through the house.

I counted my heart beats as i felt the silence wrap around me. She was hurt, Really badly hurt, I got that but I've never seen her cry before,and I didn't know what the hell to do.

I heard the bed creek, and the first letter of my name slip out of her mouth.

I spun around on my heel and speed walked down the hall.

Nopenopenopenopenopenopenope

The only coherent thought running through my head.

Nopenopenopenopenopenopenope

I didn't stop Until I reached my bed, flopping face down, not caring if i got the sheets dirty with my shin wounds.

There's something really numbing,and humbling when you see a parent cry.Like you feel less alone, they become less scary. They're no longer impenetrable fortresses of authority, they're human.

I pulled my face up and checked my iPod. It was 8:30. I knew I had to unpack my basics before bed, because in the car i'd gotten a earful about how I'm to continue the month left of school at the lovely public school two busses away from our new house.

I rolled onto my back just as my door creaked open.
"Cherry?" my mother said softly, only her mouth and nose visible through the door. I grunted in response.

The door opened fully and she stood there awkwardly, her slender frame hardly filling up the doorway. "Do you need help unpacking sweety? You're going to school tomorrow and .." she rambled on, her voice cracking slightly was she rubbed the tears from her eyes, faking a stretch in a feeble attempt to convince me she wasn't crying.
"I know mom, I got it, I can handle it" I replied dryly, not really wanting to deal with the awkward exchange that was going to happen.

I grunted and pushed off my bed, going to a box marked with red marker, and pulled the long strip of scotch tape holding it shut off, hoping my mother would get the hint and leave.

It takes three items being pulled out and arranged for her to get the hint that I'm not up for emotional connections right now, and I just wanted to get my shit unpacked and go to bed.

"Honey?" She asks as she's just about to close the door, I look at her and wait for her to continue. "What would you like for dinner?"

I realize how hungry I am, and put down my alarm clock. "Uh, is the 'no fast food' rule still implemented ma?" I ask fiddling with it for a few seconds, then realizing it needs to be plugged in.

"I suppose not, I could take you to the little diner down the street at 9 for a late dinner if you want," She rambles, I smile and nod, before going back to my box to unpack. "I'll let you get a little more settled while I look up directions,I'll call you down sweetie" She said in a shockingly calm voice.

This was new, and I had no idea I'd actually get away with asking for junk, and without the "your habits now affect you for the rest of your life"speech she gives me whenever i reach for a drink that's not water.

I rummaged through the box, pulling out my toothbrush, mostly empty makeup bag, and left my suitcase open for me to shift through tomorrow. I stood upand streached before turning and jogging down the stairs to go meet my mother/.