Almost You

Victory Ice Cream!

Chapter 10

Victory Ice Cream!

"Agrh!" I cried in alarm, "Where did it go!"

My phone was ringing loud and shrill, and I franticaly tore open my desk drawers, tossing its contenents to the side.

I stopped for a second, to detect wear the annoyed ring of my cell phone. I ran towards the direction of the closet. The ringing was coming from my coat pocket.

Desperatly trying to answer it before it went to voice mail, I answered it.

"Hello?" I gasped into the phone. I stepped out of the closet, and with my phone pressed against my left and my shoulder, I scrambled up the remains of the hurricain find-a-phone.

"Oh! Sophie Darling! I'm so suprised you picked up!" The girly, over-excited voice of my mom chirped on the other line.

I groaned internaly, I remebered the last time I had spoken to her. She had been kicking me out of the house, and buying me an apartement well I was still underaged. She sugar coated it, making it sound like forcing their 'dissapointement of a child' out of a house sound like a free trip to Disney Land.

"Oh...Er, Hi mom." I said through gritted teeth. I pivted around, looking like a idiot. Trying to find an excuse to not talk to her. "You see, nows not really a good time........"

"Why not?" She asked, her little girly voice was sharp and squeaky. She sighed. "Going out with..." She hesitated before uttering; "....Adam?" She spoke the name like a bad taste in her mouth.

I closed my eyes. Everytime we speak, she has to be critising how I live my life. My hands curled into fists.

"And if I am? You can't control me anymore, mother." I spat the words slowly, emphising 'mother'. "Not since you kicked me out of our-- Your house."

Yeah, I can hold a grugde. Something I had learnt from her.

"Sophia!" My mother said sharply. My mother was the only one who calls me Sophia. It's not even my proper name. "You know I only did that for your own good--"

"No you didn't, Mother!" I yelled into the phone, cutting off the words I've heard her speak so many times before. "You only did that because I wasn't turning out like you wanted me to! So what if I have guy friends?! I'm not ever going to be your perfect little rich daughter, I don't want to grow up treating other people like maids! You kicked me out of your filthy little house beacuse you didn't raise me to be a b#tch." I snapped at her. I was disgusted with the unshed tears that pricked my eyes. My voice held frim and tough.

There was no answer.

I had finaly silenced my mother, who always had something to say? She deserved to be yelled at, had she seriously wanted me to grow up like her? To be like her?

I waited, standing in the middle of the entrence of my apartement. I waited for her reply. But this, this was one of the replies that I've heard so many times. Complete and utter silence.

"I have to work." I said, before jabbing the 'End' button on my phone. I resisted chucking the stupid thing across the room, which mother dear would have to replace. Instead, I put the thing back in my coat pocket.

I waited, I knew what came next.

3........2........1...............

My phone rang again. I didn't need to check the caller ID to know who it was. I ignored her call, not wanting to hear her talk to me like a five year old.

I stepped into the kitchen. Liz was leaning across the counter, chugging back coffee.

"Hey hun." She said warmly when she noticed me. Her eyes drooped subconciously. "Enjoying your no school day so far?"