Chapter 1 - She's basically Regina George in a cheerleading uniform
Wednesday is my least favourite day of the week; period. It's the exact middle of our five days at school, it somehow feels longer and it's neither closer to the start of the week, or the end.
More personally, though, I have to be at school earlier on Wednesdays because I'm an editor of the school newspaper, along with my best friend, Joanna. I love it, don't get me wrong, but mornings have never been my strong point. Also, Rowan has extra football practise after school today, so I have to wait until 5:45 before he's ready to drive me home. But I'm just driving myself in this morning, because Rowan's car is in the shop.
And today, as it's Wednesday, I'm already in a slightly negative mood, but as I look out of my window and see the now heavy rain pelting the glass, I sigh. It started off as a light drizzle, but now full force sheets of water are lashing down. I hate rain. Glancing down at my outfit, which consists of black skinny jeans, a purple vest top, some chunky necklaces, bracelets and Converse, I decide I'd best put on something more suitable for the weather.
Switching my Converse for my dark Hunter wellies, removing my bracelets and throwing on a large, knitted cardigan over my top, I decide I'll be fine. I pick up my umbrella and rain jacket - possibly the most unflattering piece of clothing I own - then stuff my Converse into my bag, deciding to change into them when I get to school. I grab my phone and keys, then leave my room, my bag swinging and banging against my hip.
"Hey, mom," I say as I enter the kitchen, dumping my belongings on the table.
"Hey, honey," she says, turning around with a tray in her oven-mitted hands. She has a determined expression on her face, a few strands of dark brown hair brushing her eye. "How about some carrot and corn muffins?"
"Sure," I say, trying to be enthusiastic. My mom, for as long as I can remember, has been trying to find the next 'budding recipe' to unveil at her restaurant, Blueberry Breakfast. Although its name may suggest it, she doesn't just do breakfast, it's open until late afternoon. And, blueberries aren't actually one of her main ingredients.
Basically, her whole business is a wreck, but I'd never tell her that.
She puts a tray of muffins in front of me and, although they look tasty, they smell pretty vile. I fake a smile at mom, who's looking at me encouragingly. "Go on." She gestures towards the food before me.
"What did you say was in them again?" I ask, lifting one of the still-warm sponges to my mouth.
"Corn, Carrot, a little bit of cinnamon," she whittles off a list of ingredients. I nod and take a bite from the muffin. It's odd, sure, most of her food is. It tastes a little like carrot cake, but there's an underlying taste of corn, which admittedly ruins it. The sponge is kind of tacky, bound together with pieces of stringy carrot and uncooked dough.
"It's, eh," I cough slightly, the cake drying out my mouth. "It may need a bit of tweaking."
"You don't like it?" she asks, disappointed. "What's wrong with it?"
"Maybe you could try some more... normal ingredients?" I suggest.
"But people don't want normal!" she cries, throwing her hands into the air.
"Yeah, mom, they do," I nod, grinning. I stand up from the table, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. "But you're getting closer, I think one of these days you'll bake up a winner!"
"Thanks, Willow," she says, pulling me into a hug. "I'll keep trying! I've been thinking that maybe a spinach and broccoli bagel might be the next big thing, y'know, with a lightly toasted-"
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A Day in May
Teen Fiction"And it only took a day. Just one simple day for me to realise that people aren't who they seem. They're not always who they say they are, and although in some forms it's awful, sometimes it can be beautiful too. This person beside me hid their life...
