Complicated

8. Dinner with the Principle

It had only been two days since my parents decision to take some time off of work, and I stil wasn't talking to them. I didn't plan on it either.

I slammed doors, I blasted music, and I didn't answer when they called my name... But they still managed to be here when I came home from practice.

My mom called herself making dinner and wanting to eat as a 'Family'.

I never attented.

I usually just sat in my room doing nothing but as soon as they fell asleep, I made my way downstairs and made a plate of whatever she cooked. Lame, I know but I would get super hungry and I wasn't letting them see me give in.

So it came as a suprise to me when I walked into the house Thursday after practice, and my mom wasn't cooking.

She was sitting at the dining room table reading a book.

I threw my practice bag down in the middle of the kitchen floor. The dining room and kitchen were connected and I could feel her eyes on me as I rummaged through the fridge.

I knew this had to make her mad. I was sweaty and dirty and I reeked. I smiled to myself thinking how much this was probably pissing her off.

"Dana..." She started.

No answer.

"Dana" she called again.

No answer.

"DANA!"

I continued looking through the fridge. "Uh huh?".

I heard her close the book she had been reading and place it down on the table.

"You will be joining us for dinner today".

I looked over at the empty stove.

"Was that a question?" I asked grabbing a water and slamming the refrigerator door. I stood with my back facing her.

She let out a sigh. "No".

"I'm not hungry" I lied.

In actuality starving and hoping she would make good I could sneak and get later.

"It doesn't matter".

Finally, I turned to face her.

"What's for dinner?" I asked. I wanted to know what she would me making before I settled and said yes.

"We were invited over for dinner by your Uncle Dave" she said with a little smile.

I shook my head as I felt myself becoming furious. "I'm not going over there! SHE'S gonna be there!".

"That's his wife Dana. Of course she's going to be there" my mom said back.

"And that's why I'm not!" I said turning around and making my way to the stairs.

"Dana" said my dad's deep masculine voice sounding very stern.

Where the hell did he come from?

I turned back around to see him standing next to my mom.

He looked kind of scary.

"Your going to the dinner. No arguments".

"I'm not eating her poison!" I said.

My dad rolled his eyes. "Go get cleaned up, we leave in an hour".

There was no fighting with him.

I stomped all the way upstairs and slammed the door louder then I usually did, if that were possible.

I laid down on my bed and screamed into my pillow.