That Bitch..

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I was enjoying Camille's stories..Her life was filed with excitement, while mine seemed - compare to hers- very boring. She asked about me and my life few times, but i did not want to talk about it..Strange, because last couple of days I felt that nobody cares and I want to talk to somebody about my "life". Camille drove me home. When we left the Cafe it was already dark outside and it was snowing. She asked me what I am doing tomorrow..I had no plans. She took my number and she said she will call me tomorrow afternoon...

My mom was not home yet and after I watched two sesons of Nip and tuck on my DVD, ate box of ice cream I looked at the clock on the wall it was close to  three a.m. Where is she? I tried to call, but no answer. I was strating to worry little bit. I had to fall asleep.., but the noise of the keys in the door woke me up. It was my mom. She opened the door and barely walking straight she came in to the living room. I turned the light on. She got scared, but than she gave me drunk smile..

"Michaela..Sweet heart.."

"Mom? Are you drunk?" I could not believe it. She giggle like a little girl.

"A little bit.." She felt on the sofa next to me. I could smell cigarettes and alcohol. My mom was almost fifty years old - her birthday will be in June. She is the most boring teacher, with the love for cats and knitting..What the hell happened?

"Where've you been?" I felt like a parent here.

"Dancing..with Fiona." Who the hell is Fiona? "We were salsa dancing and then we went to the bar and to the Disco club."

Disco club?! Do I hear right? That was the place I was going every friday and saturday when I was at high school. The average age is eighteen over there... I went to my room. That is perfect..while I'm home on saturday night watching some stupid lame tv shows and eating ice cream - to feel even worst tomorrow morning - my mother is partying her ass off.

I made my mom strong black coffee in the morning. She looked she need it. Her skin was dull and she had a big bags and dark circles under her eyes.

"Than you." She said and blowed in to the steaming mug. I sat in front of her. "I'm sorry Michaela, that you have to see me like that last night."

"No worries mom. Did you had a good time?"

"Great time." She blushed.

"At the Disco club? Who is Fiona, by the way."

"She is new in our school..she moved from India..she is teaching biology. You have to meet her."

I bet she is a lots of fun.

"What are you doing today? Are you meeting with Peter?"

Did she really said that?! It's been a two weeks!, and she still don't know me and Peter are not together. Do I really wants to talk about it with her and her hang over?

"No..he is busy. I'm going to take a shower.." I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.  I did not like what I saw... I used to be fun, sassy..confident...I washed my face with the ice cold water..to wash my old face away..