American Idiot

Chapter Two

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"So, Clary, how's life in England?" Anne asked me as she took a bite out of the roasted chicken. I, however, was playing around with my broccoli. I love food, but having Alex beside me made me lose my appetite. Arsehole.

I looked up at her in surprise, since this was the first time someone has spoken in like ten minutes. But I was grateful that she broke the uncomfortable silence. If she hadn't I'm afraid I'd have jumped out the window and run down the street like a mad woman.

I cleared my throat, "Um, it's alright. I mean, it rains almost everyday but I don't mind, I like the rain," I trailed off. Why was I telling them this? I sounded ridiculous. I relaxed a little when Anne smiled. Alex, however, looked like he was bored out of his mind. You could tell that he would rather be anywhere but here. Well, ditto.

"Do you have any hobbies? You know, something you do often?" Anne spoke up again. I shifted in my seat as I thought about it. My hobby was kind of private, but it's not like I was very good at it, so why not tell her?

"I paint sometimes. It's not anything special," I shrugged. I heard Alex snort beside me, causing me to kick him in his shin. Hard, I might say. I stifled a smirk when he yelped mostly in surprise, I assume. Anne glared at him, before shifting her gaze to me and shot me an interested look, "Oh, how lovely! May I see one of your paintings? I'm sure you're very talented!"

I tensed up, regretting that I had mentioned it. I didn't really fancy talking about my paintings, not since... no, I'd rather not go down memory lane right now.

I was about to respond when Alex cut in, "Mom, she said they weren't anything special. I believe her." I was thinking about thanking him for rescuing me out of this uncomfortable situation but then I realized what he meant. Once again, what an arsehole. I turned to him and gave him a glare. His eyes widened a little, "What is this? Glare at Alex day?" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up. I coughed back my laughter and he returned the glare I'd given him a few seconds ago. Oh my god, he has the same glare as me! How dare he.

No one gave him a response, so he excused himself from the table. Or rather, he stood up and stormed off. I was actually thankful for that since all he did was disturbing me.

"You have to excuse him, he hasn't been himself since.." she trailed off, looking as if she just realized what she was about to reveal, and a pained expression took over, but she quickly covered it up with a smile. It happened so fast that I wondered if I had been imagining it. Was she talking about Alex's dad? Because I haven't seen him around yet, and they haven't said anything so I figured it's a private matter. I didn't want to bring it up in case he was a painful memory or something.

Anne cleared her throat and stood up, "Would you like more potatoes?" she offered, and walked over to the stove. I shook my head, but then realized she couldn't see me.

"No, thanks."

She turned around and glanced at my full plate, but didn't say anything. I smiled awkwardly. I didn't want her to think that I had an eating disorder or anything, but I couldn't exactly say that the reason I didn't touch my food was because her son is a pain in the arse. That'd just be strange and rude.

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I hadn't seen my room yet, but I was dying to go up to it and just sleep. That flight was really exhausting. And guess what. Tomorrow is my first day of school. Yay!