WHY NOT FRIENDS

Chapter: 5 Mixed Thoughts

"Mom" "Mom" I yelled.
My mom , Kelly , came out of the kitchen wiping her hands with the napkin.
" Sweetie, what is it?" she asked calmly in her high pitch voice.
" Mom I have a good news." I said in a very jovial way dancing in the living room of new house in New York.
I was busy enjoying myself twirling and twisting in pleasure when my mom asked," Jasmine , am I gonna know the new today itself ?"
I said, "Mom ! Good things are meant to be shared to bring happiness. She grinned and I made her dance with me . After breathlessness , I finally started,"Mom, I got a job at the coffee shop ."
Hearing this her smile became more broader.
Now you might think what is the big deal getting a job at the cafe but it is.
Though my father earns well that we can afford descent meals but he has alcohol and gambling problem . Sometimes he ends up having no money left with him. I don't want that situation to happen again, just want to be independent . At least I can buy my basic needs and help my mom in her means when we run out of money and we don't.
The job that my father got in New York is just a kind of solution to overcome his alcohol and gambling problem . Because of work load,he will be engrossed in work and eventually forget everything. But now he has rehabilitated.

"Sweetie, that's great. I am proud of you and happy for you. I m glad that you learnt to be independent at this tender age."
After couple of minutes , my father, Ken, returned from work. He looked lethargic.
My dad greeted me and my mom. Though my parent's marriage are arranged, they love each other.

Mom asked "How was your first day,Ken?"
Yes yes I forgot today was dad's first day at work.

"The day was good, tiresome etc etc...... I love the environment where I am to work and other fellow employees are fairly good and understanding. "he said.
" We are happy as long as you are " my mom said. My dad hugged my mom. Both of them were looking nice together after all they are my parents.
" Mom...... Dad....., you people are behaving as if I am invisible. " I complained.
They both laughed and joined me in the family hug.

My mom said ,"On occasion of this , I made your father daughter ' s favourite pasta with red sauce. I and dad smiled in delight. My mom cooks great food. She pursued hotel management. In Montreal she used to work in a five star hotel for four years as a chef. I insist her to join in again here in New York , she will get a job easily but she refuses saying she wants to spend time with her daughter and husband i.e. me and my dad.

" Okay , both of you be quick to take shower while I set the table for dinner. "
I went to my room .
Finally! Finally ! My things were unpacked and kept properly.
" Hmmm, now it looks like this room belongs to Jasmine Rogers."
Yeah you heard it right , I hate being untidy . I want everything neat and clean. I clean my room every weekend by myself.
According to me a clean environment helps me to concentrate when I'm studying and gives out positive vibes. I quickly took shower changed into nightwear and headed to the dining table to enjoy ' the yummy pasta that my mummy made'

We were eating, relishing the food , having short talks when my father asked me," Hazelnut, when are you starting the school?"
My dad calls me hazelnut because hazelnut lattè is my favourite flavour from the Starbucks menu and he does not like it. He says just to tease me and a pet name.

" Dad,tomorrow "
" Tomorrow is my first day "
" I hope you love it here ." he said.
"Even I wish that so." I said
" And don't strain your brain so much, we won't mind if you get OK marks. " my dad said.
" We don't have a problem about you studying , but the way you study...... " My dad wasn't enough that my mom added toppings. They have problem with me studying so hard. As I mentioned before I study so less and they including my parents think I study hard. Some parents have problem about their children not studying but mine is a contradictory case.

"You study....... what? What?" "What are trying to say?" I asked my mom.
" Sweetie,I just want to say ....... my father cut her .
"Darling its simple, you make friends unlike in Montreal. "
" You stole my words." my mom said.
They both were enjoying making fun of me .
"Dad you know I m really bad at making friends."
"Yes I can see that "
"Anyways I and mom wish you best of luck, hope you enjoy and have fun with excellent grades. "dad said." Thank you , my well wishers. "
With that we ended our dinner . Dad got busy reading a book while I and mom done the plates and after that bid goodnight to each other.
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I don't know why I am not able to make out that am I happy, sad, nervous, irritated etc. I m happy that I got the job at the cafe. Nervous because tomorrow is my first day of school. Irritated because of my parents, nonsense. I don't know what.
But the most thing to concern about right now is my first day of school.
Will I be able to adjust? How will be other students? How will they treat me? Will they be cold? Will they be friendly? How will my studies go? What classes do I have to attend tomorrow? And many more questions. Too apprehensive.
With questions in my mind, I slept at half past nine. Too early but every morning I wake up early and do certain chores that I never skip in any circumstances.
For now good night!!!!!

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Merry Christmas!!!
Here I go with the fifth chapter .
Hope you like it and inbox me about how you feel,even suggestions are welcomed.
You can even ask questions.
Wait before that answers my question,

Is this story about Rebecca and Aiden or Jasmine and Aiden ...????

With love ,
KHMS2003