I studied myself in the mirror. Tilting my head, I decided I needed more lipstick. As I applied it, I saw something move behind me. I whipped my head around. Nothing was there. Turning back around, I watched the mirror for any sign of something behind me. I noticed the closet door opening slowly. I spun around again, and pulled open the closet.
“RAAAAR!”
I screamed and fell onto my bed.
“Haha! I scared you! I scared you!”
I looked up and yelled in rage.
“RANDY!!! GET OUT OF MY ROOM YOU LITTLE… Hey! Stop it!”
Randy started punching me, and really hard too.
“Get away from me! MUMMMM!!! THERE’S A VAMPIRE IN SCARLA’S ROOM AND IT’S USING HER MAKEUP!!!! HEEELLLPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” He screamed.
“Randy! It’s me, Scarla!” I told him.
He glared at me. “Then how come you have blood all over your mouth? And how come you’re wearing those weird clothes?”
“Blood? What are talking about?” I looked in the mirror.
“Hey! How come you have a reflection??? Vampires don’t have reflections!” He demanded.
Still staring at myself, I said, “Because I’m not a vampire, idiot.” I studied my lips. “Does my lipstick look like blood?”
“Yes it does. Because it IS blood.” He replied.
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve had enough of you. Get out of my room.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“NO.”
“YES.”
“NO!”
“YES!”
“I said NO!”
“And I said YES!” I shouted. “You know what? I’m not talking to you anymore.” And with that, I stalked out and went into the kitchen where mum was texting.
As soon as I walked in, I sat down and started texting as well.
Me: 6:03pm
Heyyyyy!!! Ready 4 the dance? ♪💃
Me: 6:09pm
Um… Hello???
Me: 6:12pm
U there? Did u die or something?
💕Ethan: 6:15pm
Sorry, got a bad cold. Can’t make it 2 the dance 😟😢 Rlly sorry.
Me: 6:16pm
WHAT?! YOU HAVE TO COME!!!
“No, this can’t be happening!” I whisper-shouted.
Someone sniffled. I looked up to see mum staring down at her phone, crying.
“Mum! What’s wrong?” I asked her, getting up to console her.
She looked up quickly, and tried to cover what she was looking at, but it was too late. I saw what it was.
Me: 6:10pm
Hey honey! When will u be home? Dinner’s almost ready!
😍Dan: 6:15pm
SOON! Stop harassing me woman! 😫
Me: 6:16pm
Have u been drinking again Dan?
😍Dan: 6:19pm
I SAID STOP HARASSING ME!
😍Dan: 6:20pm
I want a divorce.
My hand flew to my mouth.
“Did he say what I think he said?” I asked her angrily.
“Darling, he doesn’t mean it. He’s probably drunk.” Mum said quietly.
I looked at her angrily.
“PROBABLY drunk? PROBABLY?” I yelled. “What happens if he’s not drunk? What happens if he actually means it?” I stopped. “You know what? He’s right, whether he’s drunk or not! You should get divorced! He doesn’t deserve a nice woman like you! And a nice woman like you doesn’t deserve a drunk idiot like him!”
Mum started crying again. I started crying as well and hugged her. I don’t know how long we stood there for until we broke apart and checked the time. But it was long enough for me to be late for the dance.
YOU ARE READING
Scarred For Life
Teen FictionWhen the most popular girl in school goes through a fatal accident, her scars prove hard to live with, and she has to learn to live with them.
