Used (Flamingeos fanfiction)

Chapter 18

A slightly loud knock on the door echoes throughout my room as I lay on my back.

Before I get to respond, my mother opens the door. "Get dress."

"Why?" I ask with a slight attitude. Even though this is totally my fault, I can't help but to be mad at them too.

"We're going out."

"I'm grounded remember?"

She leans on the door and let's out a stressful sigh, "This is not up for discussion."

"Me being grounded or me going out? Because you made it pretty clear Friday that I was not to go out unless it was to school and back."

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I am your mother and I said to get dress."

"But you, my mother, also said I couldn't go out..did you not?"

"Beatrice listen to your mother or I'm adding another month to your punishment." My dad joins, making himself visible.

I sit up from my comfortable position, "Another month? That's insane!"

"Well you better start moving hmm?" With that, he grabs my mother with him and closes the door. Leaving me alone like I have been for the past two days.

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My mom pulls into the parking lot of a small diner that her, my dad and I use to go to almost every weekend.

It's a very nice diner. It looks like it should in a small town rather than a town like this. The outside is a nice creamy color that sorta gives me the fall feeling.

In the front stands a chalk board that has a different "chef's choice" every week, as well as any new drink which happens one in a while.

Theres red walls and chestnut brown tables throughout the small area. The sound of small talk never fails to fill the air along with the smell of vanilla and a mixture of all sorts of tasty foods.

This use to be my favorite place. Until we stopped coming here.

I have no idea why she's bringing me here right now... maybe to soften the small tension between us? As of right now, I don't really care why we're here. All I want to do is go back home and sleep until school tomorrow.

With my head on the window of the passengers seat, I watch her as she unbuckles her seatbelt whilst reaching for her purse.

She stops abruptly , noticing I had yet to move, "Well sweetheart, let's go."

"I'm not hungry."

"You don't have to eat. At least order something to drink while we talk."

"Talk? About w-"

A soft knock on the window startles me, causing me to jump a little. I turn to come face to face with a short, curly haired lady with dark chocolate skin.

She has on a grey suit with a yellow shirt underneath. I can't see what else she's wearing.

I look at my mom with wide eyes, "Who's this?"

She rolls down the window on my side and smiles cheerfully at the lady, "Beatrice, meet Mrs. Baker. Mrs. Baker, this is my daughter Beatrice.