It's a lazy Saturday afternoon. I'm reading the latest manga on the couch in the living room, when I hear my mom screaming, "PEACHY! WE NEED TO TALK! NOW!" Startled by her loud voice, I hop up and zoom into the kitchen. "Yes mom, you called?" I replied. I looked at her, her face red with anger. "Why have you been arriving home late this past week?" she asked. Upon hearing these words, I broke into a cold sweat. "Um... Group projects?" I stuttered. My mother analyzed me carefully. "Mmm... You're sweating like crazy. You're hiding something from me." My mom concluded. "What? What makes you think that?" I responded. "Well, you're starting to make a puddle of sweat." She remarked, looking at the floor. I looked down, and sure enough, there was a puddle of sweat. Ew. "Whatever it is, you can tell me, sweetie pie." My mother reassured me, smiling. I sighed. How was I going to tell my mom everything that happened so far? That I was the new leader of this place called the Portal? That I had a boyfriend? That I was expected to fight villains so they wouldn't make the Portal their new lair? That everyone in the Portal was counting on me? I paused for a moment, wondering what to tell my mom, then buried my face in my hands. "I can't tell you right now. You'll understand later, mom..." I uttered, walking toward the door. "Where are you going?" My mother asked me. "To Christine's house." I replied, sighing. "I'll be back." Before my mother could say anything else, I had already started towards my friend's house. Christine's house is next door to mine, so I don't have to walk very far. When I arrived at her house, I climbed through her bedroom window, and with a thud, landed into her room.
Christine was styling her hair a certain way. "That you, Peachy? Come sit on my bed." She remarked, while looking at herself in the mirror. I wasn't surprised that she knew it was me. I think Christine can sense if there are people in her room or not, even though she never really told me. I brushed myself off, and plopped on her bed. "How are things?" She asked me, applying the finishing touches on her hair. "Oh, just peachy. I can't even tell my mom I'm the leader of the portal. I'm afraid she won't understand." I stated, sarcastically. "Huh. That's the thing with adults. You can never tell what their thinking either. The way I like to look at it is, people are just looking for their purpose in life, trying to fit in with society. Everyone in this world is just looking for someone who can truly understand them. The person they can truly connect with." Christine replied, sitting down next to me. "So, listen to your parents and what their goals are for you. I'm sure, even though it may not seem like it, that they will listen to you as well. If you tell them how you feel, they will be able to understand you a lot more." "I feel like no one understands me!" I screamed, starting to cry.
"Sweetie pie... I know how you feel." My friend uttered, giving me a hug. "There, there. You've been holding this in, haven't you?" I nodded, sobbing. She kissed my forehead, and stated tenderly, "Are you better now?" I listened to her voice. It felt warm and comforting, just like my mom's. "Yes, I feel better. Thank you, Christine." I replied, giving her a hug. "No problem!" She exclaimed. "Now scram. I have some sewing to do. I promised my mom I'd make her a quilt, and if I know you, you'll spoil the surprise before I even finish it." Christine teased, giving me a wink. "Okay, okay. I'll leave." I responded. I was about climb through the window, when Christine handed me a locket. It had a picture of me, and Christine inside. "I made one for you, and for myself. They're "bestie" lockets!" She exclaimed, pointing to the one around her neck. "Thanks! I'll keep it forever!" I chirped. I put the necklace on, climbed through the window, waved to Christine, and headed home. When I arrived at my house, I saw a plate of cookies on the counter. "Oh, you're just in time for cookies!" My mom exclaimed. "Want some?" "Yes, please!" I shouted, smiling. My smile faded, after I realized my mom must have been worried about me. "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I should have talked to you about how I felt." I stated, frowning. "It's quite all right, but next time, tell me how you feel." She replied, smiling. "I will, don't worry." I reassured her, giving her a hug. We embraced each other for a few minutes, then happily ate our cookies!
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Portal Series
FanfictionEver wonder where the fictional characters you create and like go? Most people say the brain, and they're right, but there's also another place where they go. They go to a green, bubble shaped dome called the Portal. It's called that because when yo...
