“Annie, what are you doing this weekend while we're gone?” my Mom asked as she poked some earrings through her ears. I glanced up from my spot at the table and looked at her with a mouthful of cereal, shrugged, then went back to staring at the bowl.
Yes i was eating cereal. And yes... it was after lunch. We all do it, okay?.
“Probably hang out with Carson,” I told her after swallowing. It had been two weeks since I’d last been to Carson’s house, or even hung out with him. I mean, we saw each other at school but nothing outside of it. Which meant I hadn’t had a chance to ask him my questions, I didn’t really want to bring it up at school… it kind of felt like a very public place to be talking about something so personal. Not that I knew it was personal, but I was pretty sure. Well, if that was the only way to get answers, it was going to have to happen.
“You hang out with him a lot,” my Mom notified me, as if I didn’t already know.
“He’s my friend.”
“Yeah, but all I ever hear is ‘Carson this’ and ‘Carson that’. Don’t you have any other friends?” She didn’t ask it rudely, it was just a question, but I snapped anyways.
“No, Mom, I don’t. I never did.”
We looked at each other in silence before I shoved myself away from the table, dumped my bowl in the sink, and stomped up to my room. I flopped down on my bed and then instantly felt bad for freaking out. It was good question. It made sense for a Mom to ask her daughter that. I mean, Carson is the only person I ever hang out.
I sighed and rubbed my face, what was wrong with me?
If I could pick an excuse I would say that the stress from not knowing Carson’s incident was getting to me. Yeah, that sounded good.
Groaning, I picked myself of the bed and started heading downstairs to apologize, but when I opened my Mom was right there looking as though she was about to knock.
“Oh, hi,” she grinned sheepishly.
“I’m sorry,” I burst out. “I’m rude.”
“No, it’s okay,” my Mom said instantly, but I saw something flash through her eyes, but I couldn’t understand what it was. “Let’s sit,” she gestured to my bed.
We both sat down, but neither of us said anything. “So…” I broke the silence.
My Mom smirked at me but then grew serious, “I think we need to talk.”
“About what?”
“You.”
“Me?” I asked, shocked.
“Yes, you. You seem… different,” she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Not in a bad way, but… different.”
“Different how?”
“I don’t know,” she frowned. Then something seemed to click in her head. “Are you and Carson dating now?”
“Mom!” I gaped. “No! We’re friends!”
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Loser Lessons
ЮморWhat's it like to be a loser? Annalise Fitzgerald has no idea...that's why she needs lessons. She's used to being the most popular girl in school, but when she has to go to a new school where she isn't cool anymore, she doesn't know what to do. With...
