Mirrored Hearts

22

Lela's POV

  It's been a week already, but it sure did take forever to get here. A week of silence spent up in my room studying and sleeping. I hadn't even be in contact with anyone outside the house.

  Dad had travelled again, as usual and I was still grounded. The suspension ended after one week, but I still had to go another one week without my devices.

  Anyways, it was a Monday morning and I was going back to school. I was a little excited only because I would be seeing my friends and apart from that, I loathed the thought of going back to that school and having to see Edith.

  I stared at my face in the mirror—my forehead wrinkled and my brows almost meeting each other.

  “You should smile because you look really ugly with that frown on.”

  I turned to see Eka-ette's head poking through the door, she was grinning and I smiled at her.

  “I wish I didn't have to go back to that school.” I sighed and walked to the bed to grab my pullover.

  “You were really happy when your dad said you could stay.” She reminded me. She pushed the door slowly and walked in.

  I let out a deep sigh, “I know. Guess I don't have a choice.”

  “It will be okay dear.” She smiled reassuringly. I stared at her for a while, then I nodded my head with a small smile.

  I tied my pullover around my waist and walked over to my wardrobe to get my backpack. I looked myself up in the mirror again. I couldn't make up my mind as to whether I should wear the pullover or leave it on my waist.

  “What do you think aunt?” I turned to Eka-ette. “Should I wear the pullover? I kind of look different.” I looked at the mirror again.

  “It looks fine to me,” she smiled. “Come have your breakfast, your mom is almost done.”

  “Okay.” I shrugged and followed Eka-ette out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

  Mom was having breakfast when I reached the table. It was a normal breakfast and I knew what it was right before I got to the table—toasted bread and tea.

  “Good morning mom.” I said without looking at her.

  “Good morning.” She answered, taking a bite from her bread. I pulled the chair beside her and sat down.

  Since the fight, the air at home had been suffocating and I always wished I could just get out and get some fresh air to breathe. It was always silent and the silence said a lot. Mom didn't speak to me, only Eka-ette did and it still remained so today.

  I poured myself some tea and I helped myself with the bread. We both ate in silence and I contemplated whether to say something or not. I wanted to ask her about her business, but I couldn't get the words to come out. The glasswares and the clock  in the dinning seemed to be the only things allowed to talk.

  'So frustrating. I was really sorry and that was the only word I kept saying to mom and dad for the past one week. I guess what I did was too hard to forgive.'

  I heard mom's chair screech as she pushed it away, getting to her feet.

  “Let's go.” Mom said. She grabbed her bag, swung it on her shoulder and walked away with her heels clanking as she did.

  I was only halfway through breakfast, but I had no choice. I stood up and followed almost immediately.

  “You are going already?” I heard Eka-ette ask behind me.