In The Eyes of Evil

Chapter Three: Dear Old Mother

I walked into the living room of our four bedroom yellow little house. To anyone outside this house looks normal, normal parents, normal kids with normal hobbies and habits. But look a little closer and youll see a house full of freaks. Including me. It always included me.
"Mom im home!" i announced my presents in the house.
"Are you ready for GMOT? "she asked through the walls.
"I guess, does it really matter?"
"Of course it does go put on something nice!" she snapped at me. I could hear her attitude through the four walls we were talking through.
"Fine. " i surrendered.
I went up the narrow stairs and turned into my sugar plumb purple bedroom. I looked around at the peaks of mountains that is my clothes on the floor.
"im not gonna find a dress in here, this is clothes i actually use "
I went to my closet and shuffled the clothes till i got to the very back. I found three dresses.
One looked like it came strieght from the eighties. It was bright pink with puffy shoulder pads and lace... Just everywhere.
Two was modern but was not my taste. It was off black with a cute white bowtie collar and a yellow thin belt around the waist.
Three was more like it. It was dark midnight blue with another bowtie collar and a nice teacup skirt.
And number three wins!
"Ma, can i just stay here today, i dont feel very good... "
I knew she wouldn't believe me, but eh worth the try.
"No Lisa, hurry up and get in the car!"
I ran back down the now steep stairs staggering down. I went into the car and turned it on to warm up the car.

She elegantly glided out the door, she was wearing a jet black pant suit with matt black heals. Her curly brunette hair was in a high pony tail, and her simple natural makeup was flawless. My mother was naturally beautiful. She never tried, but every time she strutted out of that door an effortless ray of beauty would glow off of her. I on the other hand, well i was an ugly duckling. Well i wasn't ugly , but compared to my mother i was hideous. I didnt have any natural curve, a natural sense of elegance, beautiful flowy silky hair, or glowing skin. She always told me i would grow into my beauty that God blessed me with.
"You ready to go mija?"
"Sure i guess. "i responded.
She turns to look at me with a weird mixture of sadness and disappointment in her eyes.
"What?" i asked patting my face.
"Mija, why don't you like the GMOT program? It'll help get a jump start to become a pastor early in life."
I looked back at her attempting to hide my disapproval. I just nodded and forced a fake smile.
"Yea. I know mom"i mumbled under my breath.
I loved my mother i really did, but sometimes she would push me too hard. I mean i would of probably believed in God or some kind of relegion if she hadnt shoved it down my throght, making me question it so much.
But why did i do this to myself?Why did i knowing what i am allow my mother to think im somthing else, and force me into something that made me uncomfortable? Why did i go to these meetings listen to everything they taught us just to laugh at it in my head. I had to tell her and i had to tell her now if i ever wanted her to except me.
"Ma i dont..... " i answered my question .
I let this happen because i loved my mom. And i wanted to see her proud of me, and her thing i wanted to be a pastor made her happy. Even if it i wasnt happy about going i was always happy to see her grin on her face when she was driveing me to my meetings. She excepted me. If i told her it would distroy her, not to mention she would hate e and disown me. So for now at least i would try to deal.
"What mija?"
"Nothing Ma" i looked away, and stared outside the window.
"nothing "

*Hey guys! Sorry i haven't posted. I got my phone taken away and they just gave it back. But im back and posting like usual. *